Dear parents of foster parents,

I remember when I called my mom and told her I was now raising seven boys—most of them teenagers. My husband and I were working at a group home. We started with four boys and I guess that seemed manageable to my mom, who had raised five kids of her own. When we added three more boys in a relatively short time, I think she got a little worried. Especially since I was 22 years old and had been married just a little over a year. I must have still seemed like a child myself in my mom’s eyes. She said something like, “I need to talk to your dad, but I think we’re going to come visit.” She and my dad hopped in the car and drove the 18 hours to meet these boys for themselves and make sure we were okay.

There have been plenty of moments like that over the 12 years my husband and I have been working with kids. When we chose to become foster parents, we accidentally brought our parents along for the ride. There have been late-night phone calls to my mom to ask for wisdom about potential placements. There have been tears shed together about the family situation a child came from. There have been visits to meet a new foster baby who was still in the hospital. There have been family holiday celebrations planned around a child’s visitation schedule. There have been video call sessions to introduce the new member of the family to the grandparents who live far away. And just like with any grandchild, there have been gifts and more gifts.

We have found the role of foster grandparent is unique and important to the process, even though you are rarely acknowledged for what you bring to the table.

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Foster grandparents, I know you have hesitations about how all of this is going to impact your life. I know you have fears and I’m not going to tell you they aren’t warranted. You’re worried about the work that is going to fall on the shoulders of your children, the time it might take from your other grandchildren, how your family will deal with loss, and you worry about safety issues. You want to be supportive but you’re also unsure about how wise it is for your child to pursue this hard life, the life of a foster parent.

To the Parents of Foster Parents www.herviewfromhome.com

The role of a foster grandparent is important, but you probably don’t have people in your life to tell you how to do it well. I don’t know of any support group meetings for foster grandparents or resources written for them. No one can tell you how it is going to feel the first time you see that child who needs your family—that mix of love for them, sorrow for what they’ve gone through, and apprehension about how they may break your own child’s heart. You may be unsure of how to react or what to say.

If you’re open to suggestions, here’s what I wish I could have communicated to my own parents when we started this process:

God may be asking me to do something hard. I know you may have reasons you don’t think we should pursue this because you anticipate the pain we will go through. We know there will likely be pain and we’re okay with that. As my parent, I know you don’t want to see me struggle, but God may be asking me to be willing to struggle so a child doesn’t have to. I’m willing to do that, but I need you to be willing to support me even on my hard days.

I need to feel safe to cry to you. If I sense you aren’t supportive of our decision to be foster parents, I’m not going to feel safe sharing my pain. I’m afraid if you knew how hard this was you’d encourage me to quit. I need you to be someone who wants to hear my heart and can love me and this child without trying to fix the situation. Many problems in foster care just can’t be solved quickly or in ways that are going to make us all happy. I’ve got to be okay living in that tension and I need you to be there with me. Remember when I had fights with my spouse during those newlywed days? You always encouraged me to forgive, to stick it out, to choose love. I need all those reminders again as I work through this difficult relationship with my foster child, their family, and a frustrating legal system.

I want you to love this child. I know their future is uncertain. I know they may not exactly “fit” in this family right now. I know they don’t have my eyes or my husband’s nose and you weren’t there to see their first yawns and smiles. But I need you to be all in with them. I need to know you aren’t drawing boundaries to keep YOUR grandkids in and this foster child out. Please be thoughtful of ways you might be drawing hurtful distinctions—not giving them gifts the same way you would your other grandkids, not offering them physical affection, using language that implies they aren’t your “real” grandchildren, leaving them out of family traditions (even if it’s because you assume they wouldn’t care), doing family pictures without them. I need you to realize how important you are in the life of this child. You may be the only healthy grandparent relationship they have and if you intentionally leave them out, they won’t ever get to fully experience it.

To the Parents of Foster Parents www.herviewfromhome.com

It’s important that you respect this child’s story. We have to be careful about confidentiality issues and we need you to be careful too. We don’t want the private, painful details of this child’s story to become the topic of discussion at your prayer group. It doesn’t need to get passed around to the neighbors. We may also need you to be respectful if there are questions we just can’t answer. We need you to be able to hear the hard things that might impact your interactions with this child and know that conversation stops with us. Please don’t think of that as a limitation on your ability to be honest but as an important role in this child’s life—a keeper of their story.

Please be willing to learn along with me. I may be struggling to figure out how to do hair I’ve never worked with before. I may be dealing with health issues that are all new to me. I may be trying to problem solve behavioral problems, school issues, developmental questions, and emotional outbursts that I don’t have the answers for yet. I’d love for you to be a student with me. I need you to know that traditional parenting answers may not work for this child because of their history. We might need to adopt some new family traditions and cultural practices as we learn to understand and value this child’s ethnicity. I’d love for you to be excited about the learning process and embrace the changes we might have to make.

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I’d love your practical help. Bringing a new child into our home is a difficult process. If I gave birth to a new baby, there might be a shower from our friends and family and you might come stay with me and help out because we understand bringing home a baby is challenging. When we bring in a foster child, we have all those same challenges PLUS the need to build an attachment with this child who is likely fearful and angry. We’d love for you to be part of our support team—making a meal, taking our other kids out so we can have time alone with this child, getting background checked so you can provide respite care, or even presents and gift cards if you live far away. 

I want you to be proud of me. In general, I don’t want the rest of society to act like I’m a saint because I love these children who are entirely lovable and worth loving. But I do want to know you see how hard this is, you appreciate what I’m doing, and you’re proud of me as your child. I want you to talk to your friends about the important work of foster care. I want you to see this as your own calling too. I want you to take pride in your important role as a foster grandparent.

I asked my mom once when she changed from being nervous about us becoming foster parents to being supportive. She told me it was all about seeing the child. That’s what really drives the point home and minimizes the worried wonderings. We are in it for these kids. And foster grandparents, we’d love to have your support.

For more information on foster care, please contact Christian Heritage

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Maralee Bradley

Maralee is a mom of six pretty incredible kids. Four were adopted (one internationally, three through foster care) 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 and what won't fit in a 90 second radio segment ends up at www.amusingmaralee.com.

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