Our baby boy had his first in person visit with bio mom this week. To say that was hard, would be an understatement!
I struggled to hand him over to her for two short hours, but I can only imagine how she felt when she handed him back to me- the one who has kept him since he was born. The one who saw his first smile, heard his first laugh. The one who knows the way he likes to be held, and that he loves his blankie touching his face.
It’s so easy to judge her (and I have because I’m human), but in reality, she didn’t plan to choose that life. One bad decision, led to another bad decision, and she couldn’t find her way out.
Yes, she put herself in that position. She made the wrong choices, but without Jesus- that could have been me!
But God, and only God, it wasn’t me.
Foster care is NOT easy! The system is very broken, but we could not be more blessed to be able to love on this little boy for as long as we are allowed too.
In the mean time, we are going to choose to pray for bio mom because this journey is probably much harder on her…