My husband and I are foster parents. We went into it with more confidence than we should have. But both of us have a lot of experience helping kids with issues so we felt equipped to deal with what would come our way.
Our pride was our first mistake. Neither of us was prepared to meet a side of ourselves we didn’t know needed fixing. Once the vulnerable areas of myself and my life were exposed, I had three choices. I could continue the ugliness by defending myself and justify why how I was reacting was okay. I could spiral in shame and beat up on myself. Or, I could look at this as a chance to make changes and learn from this experience.
As hard as this time has been for me, I wouldn’t change it. I allowed my hard time to change me. I thought we became foster parents to change the lives of children; but, in reality, the children have changed ours.