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A Long Line of Goodbyes

A Long Line of Goodbyes www.herviewfromhome.com
Written by Jennifer Isaac

I watched another baby leave yesterday. She was buckled in her carseat and munching contentedly on her goldfish.  Happily oblivious that this moment was another goodbye in her growing line of goodbyes – and another in mine.

She was our fifth foster baby. 

We have said goodbye to babies in treatment center hallways, fast food parking lots, hotel lobbies, and our own front yard.  I have stood as minivans pulled away, after a day of trying to seal every moment into my memory.  I have packed little bags with tiny clothes that I have folded one last time.  I have kissed tiny cheeks quietly and quickly before letting them go.

When a baby comes into our home, we get nearly no information.  We might be told an overarching reason for why they came into care – but sometimes we don’t even get that. We often don’t know what they eat, when they sleep, or where they have been living.  Sometimes, nobody remembers to tell us how many caregivers they had before coming to us, if they have received any medical care, or even their last name.  We piece together their broken histories.

One of our placements arrived with medical equipment, medication, and a diagnosis that we weren’t aware of until we dug through the giant trash bag carrying his belongings.  Another had been hospitalized just weeks before coming to us, and we didn’t know until we saw it written on one of the pieces of paper hurriedly handed over to us when she came.

Some babies have arrived with bright smiles and open arms, immediately willing to trust us. And some we have won over. Some babies have arrived not knowing how to eat. Some have slept through the night for a few nights until they realize there is someone here who will wake with them, feed them, comfort them – and then it’s months before they sleep through the night again. 

And so, we begin learning. We soak in this little human. Everything takes on a baby orbit. We try to learn his signals, his preferences, his fears all as quickly as we can. It is a crash course in tiny form.

We study her. We sit with her through therapies, medical procedures, and diagnoses.  We become her voice in the middle of so many voices. We remind the social workers that scheduling needs to accommodate baby naps. We fight for evaluations when a little one still isn’t able to eat like a typical baby her age. We make phone calls and send emails, we research and seek out resources, we get louder when no one is listening.

And we do the mundane.  We wipe messy faces, we change oh-so-many diapers, we hunt for missing sippy cups. We show him what it feels like when grass tickles the bottom of his feet, we blow bubbles on the front step, we wrap her in thick towels after bathtime and call her “fishy.” 

Love quickly pours in and fills the empty places left by the last goodbye.

And then the time comes.

A plan is made for baby to return home, or to a relative, or to an adoptive family. So I fold the clothes, I pack the bag, I gather the photos. I sing the song, I give the kiss, I hand the baby to waiting arms. I turn around and walk away.

And the line of goodbyes grows longer. 

We willingly enter baby orbit – again and again.  And then we say goodbye – again and again. 

Because that is what love does. Love breaks itself open so that the beloved can break a little less.

About the author

Jennifer Isaac

I am a mom of four (sometimes more) through birth, adoption, and foster care. I gave birth to my two older children, we adopted our two younger children from Liberia and Ethiopia nearly a decade ago, and over the past five years, we have fostered six children (and will soon bring home seven and eight).

I love Jesus – who loves broken people and invites us to love him back. I love my husband (of twenty years!) – who shows me God’s heart as a father to the fatherless. And I love my kids – who make me what I am – a thankful mom. Find my website at http://thankfulmoms.com/her-view-welcome/

5 Comments

  • So beautifully written. I have a special spot in my heart for this topic. Bless you dear foster mom.

  • I was a foster parent for 15 years. We had 44 children go through our home in that time. A few we knew were going to great situations, sadly some we new we would see again when they came back into the system, and two of them became our forever children through adoption. I would do it all over again in spite of the 42 times my heart broken when I had to say goodbye.

  • oh my gosh, I just don’t know if I’m fit for that job..I’ve often thought that is what I would love, to hold babies and be there for babies without mommies, but I couldn’t bare to say good bye..thank you for illuminating the reality and having the heart and tough skin to do such an important job! Beautiful post! visiting from Christian Women Bloggers Unite today on Facebook..

  • I was foster mom to 97 kids, most of them babies, that stayed for days, weeks or months and then moved on. I got a baby girl in the middle of the night and when I changed her in the morning I discovered she was a boy. I got another straight from the hospital with an antibiotic. Turned out her fever was due to measles. One weekend I had 5 babies under 2 because CPS had no one else. That was VERY interesting.