I made the decision to become a Foster Parent after taking one of my Masonic brothers to Upstate New York to visit his son, who was incarcerated. I saw how full the prisons were with young black men and at that instant, I realized that I wanted do what I could to make a difference. It was then that I decided to become a Foster Parent and hopefully try and save some of our young children from getting into trouble and being put away. As the African proverb states, “it takes a whole village to raise a child”, I decided to become an active part of the village and devote my efforts to this childrearing process.
After taking classes to become a Foster Parent, I actively pursued children from ages five to eleven, but the first call I received was for me to take a child who was fourteen. I was a little skeptical about taking a child in that age range, but after being told that the child’s mother recently died of cancer, and having also experienced my own mother’s death two months earlier to this disease, I was moved to take the girl into my care. From that point on, I only wanted girls in this age range so that they could be companions for each other.
One of my fondest memories is when my husband (then fiancé) rented a fifteen passenger van and drove my foster daughters, one of my biological daughter’s foster child and myself to Michigan for my sister’s retirement. This was the first time any of the girls had been outside of New York. We traveled through Pennsylvania through the snow, across mountain peaks and valleys. When we arrived in Michigan, we were all treated to first-class service in a magnificent townhouse. The girls romped around liked children on Christmas morning throughout the townhouse. Every floor, cubicle, dresser or closet seemed like the invitation to a new adventure for them. When I finally caught a glimpse of their eyes, I realized for the first time that I had stolen each of their hearts. The trip provided an excellent opportunity for us to bond as a family, and bond we did. Another fond memory goes back three years ago, when my last foster daughter, fifteen year old Maria, came into my home. Being of Indian descent, she expressed some concerns she had with us. Her exact words were “I’m afraid of people of color and I am afraid to eat your food”. After seeing the love that was expressed in our home, it was only a matter of a day or so before she had become very comfortable with us, and within a matter of a couple of weeks, she was beating us all to the dinner table. All the love showed in her love handles because she went from weighing 95 pounds to a healthy to 115 pounds. Maria is now twenty years old, has graduated college, and is once again living with me.
Parenting brings upon challenges and concerns that you are not always prepared to deal with alone. It helps tremendously to have the Circle of Support, a Network of Foster and Adoptive Parents, administrators and others to assist whenever the needs arise. Being a part of the Circle of Support has enabled me to hear the experiences of other Foster Parents and to share my stories and experiences with them as well.