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Love is not Wasted

Written by Maralee Bradley

I remember the decision making process we began after the adoption of our first child. We wanted to expand our family and give our son a sibling. For us it was a complicated process of examining our options (fertility treatments or future adoption plans) with the full knowledge that either option could take months or years to bear fruit. There was anxiety in that decision making process as we tried to pick the right road, but also an anxiety about our ability to love another child.

When we adopted Josh, we felt incredibly blessed. Our love for him was instant and deep. It was hard to imagine we could possibly love another child even a fraction as much as we loved him. Would we connect with them in the same way? Would having another child somehow lessen our love for Josh?

As any mother of more than one child can tell you, we soon learned that loving another child does not mean you have less love to give. When our second son was placed in our arms as our tiny foster baby, we loved him. That love grew over the 17 months it took for him to find permanency and adoption in our family. And with each addition of another child to our home, we have seen that love grows more love. We connect in different ways with each child and learn new ways to experience and express love as we nurture their souls and discover their personalities. We always seem to have more love to give away as we invest more in each child.

Love is not divided. Love is multiplied.

I have learned this lesson all over again with the addition of a new foster child to our family. She is a temporary presence in our life, but I love her in ways that feel very permanent. And loving her has not meant less love for my other children. Loving her has taught me some important lessons. I have learned to live in the moment. I can’t dream about her future or wait until tomorrow to smoother her with kisses. I need to seize each moment with her because we aren’t promised a tomorrow together. I have learned my older kids are capable of delaying their needs for the needs of another. They have learned to sacrifice and share in new ways as loving this child as grown their hearts, too. And loving her has meant dealing head-on with our consumerist mentality even when it comes to our children—we only want to love what we can “own” and keep.

When I talk to people about being a foster mom, I feel their resistance to loving one of these temporary kids. While we know the truth that as we add more children to our family our love isn’t divided, we have a hard time imagining sharing the love of our family with someone else’s child. If we’re honest, we may even feel that love would be wasted. When we open ourselves up to love, we open ourselves up to pain. This is always true, but that pain feels more like a forgone conclusion when we sign up to love a temporary child. Like pulling our hand away from a hot stovetop, we recoil from that pain even though we know it is good to love.

Which is why the emotions of love aren’t enough.

1486883_10152160269627784_830061331_nAs we experience in marriage, love is a commitment. It isn’t always about what feels good or easy. It perseveres, hopes, and trusts even when times are hard. Especially when times are hard. That’s when the emotions run out and foster mom love looks like changing diapers and sleepless nights and going to meetings and dealing with unpredictable court decisions and teaching someone to eat their broccoli who has never seen a green vegetable before. It short, it looks like being the hands and feet of Jesus to a hurting child, a family in crisis, a broken system.

Foster moms aren’t magical. We don’t have unbreakable hearts or a different kind of love that protects us from pain. We love and grieve and then love again. We do it because we know that love is not divided. Love is not wasted. Love doesn’t collect interest when you put it away and save it for later.

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About the author

Maralee Bradley

Maralee is a mom of six pretty incredible kids ages 8 and under. Four were adopted (one internationally from Liberia, three through foster care in Nebraska) and two were biological surprises. Prior to becoming parents, Maralee and her husband were houseparents at a children’s home and had the privilege of helping to raise 17 boys during their five year tenure.
Maralee is passionate about caring for kids, foster parenting and adoption, making her family a fairly decent dinner every night, staying on top of the laundry, watching ridiculous documentaries and doing it all for God’s glory.
Maralee can be heard on My Bridge Radio talking about motherhood on “A Mother’s Heart for God” and what won’t fit in a 90 second radio segment ends up at www.amusingmaralee.com.