04/12/2026
To the foster mom who is quietly wondering if she can do this again…
I see you.
To the one sitting in the middle of a disruption, feeling torn in half and questioning everything…
I see you.
To the one who keeps speaking up for her kids and feels like no one is really listening…
I see you.
To the one who believes in reunification but lays awake at night worried about their safety…
I see you.
To the one who said yes to therapy because you knew you could not carry this alone…
I see you.
To the one who took in a sibling group because you could not stand the thought of them being separated, even when it stretched you beyond what you thought you could handle…
I see you.
To the foster mom caring for medically fragile children, learning feeding tubes, medications, monitors, and routines that most people would never understand…
I see you.
To the one running on no sleep, changing diapers, showing up to appointments, and loving children who were never born to you but somehow feel like they were always meant to be yours…
I see you.
This is hard.
Not the kind of hard you can explain in a sentence.
The kind that reaches into your marriage, your mind, your emotions, and tests all of it.
The kind that makes you question yourself.
The kind that makes you wonder if you are enough.
And still… you stay.
Not because it is easy.
Not because you always get it right.
But because something deep inside of you said yes.
Yes to showing up.
Yes to loving kids from hard places.
Yes to stepping into broken stories and believing they are still worth fighting for.
This kind of love is not loud.
It does not always get recognized.
Most days, it is unseen.
But it is real.
And it matters.
Foster care will stretch you.
It will humble you.
It will break parts of you and rebuild you at the same time.
And somehow, in the middle of all of it, you will find Jesus there.
In the late nights.
In the hospital rooms.
In the hard goodbyes.
In the moments you feel like you have nothing left to give.
He meets you there.
So if you are reading this and you feel like you are barely holding it together…
you are not alone.
I am right here with you.
And if you need someone to pray with you, to sit with you, or just to remind you why you started…
reach out.
We were never meant to carry this alone.
With love,
Cristiana 🤍
