142 days...

I try to never forget that when I am called to be a foster parent it is only a gift from God for a time and a season. The children placed in my care are guests, like my own children, until they are old enough to be on their own or ready to move on. I may believe their stay with me should be longer, but only God knows what my purpose is in this child's life. I am only a caregiver, not the owner of any child in my care.

After 142 days of being with my family, it is time for this little one to move on. He came in to our lives a baby, and leaving a toddler that learned to walk in our care, and say his first words while with us. He really is like a little brother to Wyatt, and tomorrow I will pick Wyatt up at daycare and bring him home so that he can see us put A's things in the car, say bye, and watch him drive away. I think about that little girl, and your dog Wayne and I never want Wyatt to experience that kind of loss! It will most definitely be a hard day, but from the beginning I have said we were called to love for a season, I just can't believe the season lasted this long, and once it began to I wanted the season to last longer. My prayer is for A, that he feels love and secure during the transition, and for Wyatt that he understands in his own little way, that this was a friend that stayed for a long sleep over! I want him to understand that his baby brother will not be moved from our home. God please protect my heart, and I thank you for allowing me to be this sweet little ones foster mom for 142 days......