I just had a life defining moment standing in my best friends living room. You see, my best friend and her husband are foster parents. They have two biological children, and four foster kiddos. The oldest foster kiddo, a lovely ten year old girl named T, may be going to termination of parental rights. When I heard those words my heart leapt. Not in joy, but in fear for her, and a sudden opportunity for me.
You see, I am a mess. Somewhere in that wasteland of a thirtysomething. I live paycheck to paycheck. And for the most part I am okay with that. I am only responsible for me and my three dogs.
Could I be responsible for another human being? She is older and not the normal statistic for adoption. This makes me want to take her more. T and I have a bit of a special bond. I am Aunt Beth to T and her “siblings.”
Can I do this? Should I do this? It means a lot of getting my life together for me.
Perhaps this is my sign.
Perhaps this is my sign?