06/11/2026
Today is goodbye. I’ve learned so much through our first experience with foster care. It’s been a beautiful, painful, joyous, heartbreaking process.
I didn’t know I could truly love another woman’s child like I do my own.
I didn’t know I would develop a fierce, mama bear-like protectiveness over you.
I didn’t know I would get so much joy out of watching all your firsts: first steps, first words, first hugs and kisses.
I didn’t know that those firsts would also bring pain, knowing your mama was missing them.
I didn’t know I would watch us grow so much as a family. Or that the sacrifice wouldn’t seem so sacrificial.
I didn’t know that my kids would truly become your siblings. I didn’t know how much I would watch them grow as they loved you unconditionally. I didn’t know that they wouldn’t mind sharing their home, their bedroom, their free time, their things, and their parents.
I didn’t know how grateful I would be to watch our family and friends embrace you and love on you. I didn’t know how much their support would be needed. I didn’t know they would mourn with us as we say goodbye.
I didn’t know how much I would love your mama. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t hate her or judge her for her mistakes. I didn’t know that my heart would break for her as she said goodbye to you week after week. I didn’t know that she would become my friend. My family. I didn’t know that in my mourning, I could rejoice with her on her reunion. I didn’t know I would be so proud of her and so grateful to see her family restored to her.
I didn’t know how much I would break at your departure. I didn’t know a piece of my heart would be gone. I didn’t expect such mourning.
Or such peace, knowing that this is what is right.
I thought foster care would allow us to change someone’s life. I didn’t know how it would change mine.
Shared by: Talena Krull