First and foremost, I am not a traditional mommy.
I did not get pregnant. I did not waddle around for 9 months. I did not have a gender reveal party (yet… excited for the day I can actually do that!). I did not anxiously await the arrival of our precious bundle and plan his or her room and future. I didn’t sit and pick out names with my husband. I did not get to prepare. Which is the most important part to my story.
New mommies and daddies typically have a 9 month free period where they read, research, plan, prepare, get ready and eagerly await the day to become parents.
My husband and I did not get that. We were tossed in, head first, but by our own choice I will point out.
We are new foster parents.
It’s weird to even type that still because I can’t believe this is our life now.
So again I say, we are new foster parents, to my adorable and wonderful baby nephew. He is now 9 weeks old and we acquired him when he was a mere 4 weeks old!
Being a new parent is life changing in itself. Being a new parent to a child who isn’t yours and when you had no time to prepare is beyond life changing. It’s shaken us to our core. It’s challenged us in every way possible: our livelihood, our faith, our marriage, our way of living.
I wanted to write about this because writing is my therapy and I’ve been out of practice for a while. I hope that it helps me to sort out my feelings, our struggles, our enjoyment and our experiences during this very strange time our lives.
I hope that there are others out there dealing with something similar and can read my blog and know they aren’t alone.
Sometimes I think to myself… what are we doing? What did we get ourselves into? But then those moments where baby K is snuggled up on my chest and snoozing so peacefully, I’m quickly reminded of why we chose to take this on. Those moments are worth it.
He is worth it.
This is completely worth it.