This week, I am reading an excellent book about foster care: "Another Place at the Table" by Kathy Harrison. The subtitle: a story of shattered childhoods redeemed by love. It is an honest, genuine account of one family's foster care experiences in Massachusetts in the 1990s. The stories she shares will make you laugh and cry.
This is my favorite paragraph so far:
"....finding families willing to open their doors to the rigors of foster parenting is hard. Fostering means knowing about things that most of us would prefer to forget. It means recognizing that our best is often not good enough. It means only knowing the difficult beginnings of a story and being forced to imagine the end. It means loving children who will ultimately leave us, and then drying our tears and letting ourselves love again."
I think that sums it up pretty well.
