In my initial encounter with my son’s birth mother, I was met with a fierce scowl that left me feeling intimidated. Our meeting occurred unexpectedly during a visit when the supervisor had briefly stepped away. She was no stranger to the foster care system, having experienced it herself, and viewed the county—and me—as adversaries.
Regrettably, I was preoccupied with my own concerns. My primary focus was on her child, but I failed to recognize the immense difficulty she was facing. Instead, I found myself passing judgment.
My husband and I hadn’t originally intended to adopt; we decided to foster out of a desire to help. As newcomers to this journey, we were unaware of the emotional turbulence that would ensue. The certification process took us 11 months, and when we finally received our approval, we requested a placement of one child, ideally under six years old. We wanted to ensure a positive experience. However, within hours of that discussion, a one-month-old baby arrived at our doorstep, altering our plans and lives permanently.
As the case progressed, we navigated through court dates, psychological evaluations, and parental visits, where sometimes the birth mother did not attend. Although I occasionally saw her, I tried to be cordial and supportive, focusing on caring for her son and aiding her reunification efforts. Yet I often thought to myself, “She doesn’t deserve him.” My spare moments were filled with judgment.
Eight months into the case, a significant shift occurred when she entered a residential program aimed at helping her achieve sobriety. Despite her progress, my judgment persisted. Visits became routine; I would text the supervisor upon our arrival, and she would take the baby inside. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of the birth mother glaring at me through the window—until one day changed everything.
After a dinner at the residential home that featured flowers, she asked to keep a bouquet. The next day, following her visit with my son, I was taken aback to see her walking towards my car, baby in arms. We approached each other awkwardly, and she handed me the baby along with a small bouquet tied with string, saying, “I want to honor you and thank you. Happy Mother’s Day.”
That gesture shook me to my core. For the first time, I truly saw her—her vulnerability, her fears, her grief. Overwhelmed by emotion, we embraced and cried together. In that moment, I understood the role I should have embraced from the very beginning: that of a supporter and an ally. From then on, our visits transformed; I looked forward to sharing milestones and even created a photo album of his first year for her. I began to see her not just as a birth mother, but as someone dear to me, akin to a niece.
Despite the warmth of that experience, I carry guilt for not reaching out first. Her bravery in connecting with me was remarkable. She has faced significant challenges in her life and continues to show resilience. I see those same traits manifesting in my son, and I take pride in that connection. That day marked the end of my judgment towards her and other birth mothers I met during our three years of fostering. Witnessing her spirit illuminated the similarities in our lives and made me reflect on how fortunate I was to have a stable upbringing, and how easily my life could have mirrored hers.
Fostering is undoubtedly challenging, filled with ups and downs that can leave even the most stable individuals feeling disoriented. Ultimately, my husband and I emerged from our foster care journey with our adopted son and memories of nine other children who will forever hold a place in our hearts, along with a newfound capacity for love and a significant reduction in judgment.
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In summary, my journey as a foster parent taught me invaluable lessons about empathy and understanding. I learned that every birth parent has a story, and through compassion, we can foster connections that transcend judgment.
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