Believe it or not, today we welcomed children into our home! First things first...
There are three of them. Boys. Brothers. They are 11, 3, and 1 years old. So, the line of up ages in our home currently are 11, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1.
Blast off! (There's no gradual transition in doubling the number of children in your home. You just rocket right into it).
Many of the details are confidential, but what we can say is that we've been given the opportunity to be foster parents for these boys for the time being. We don't know for how long. We don't know many details of the future with them in our home. What we do know is that this is our 'yes'. For now and for as long as they're ours.
This time last year I blogged about our intent to adopt via the foster care system. As I started #write31days this year, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd be able to share a post about growing our home. And while this isn't adoption, it's no less an answer to prayer and a call of our hearts. Kids are here! Our rooms are ABUNDANTLY full.
At the same time our hearts vacillate from joy to ache. We're feeling so filled even in these first hours to love in this new way. To watch our bio-kids pour out love and attention on these new comers. Ache comes when we recognize that our answered prayers mean a family, torn apart. Huge life changes for these kiddos. New beds, new friends, new schools, new faces, new rules, new voices to say 'night-night', new insecurities where a parent could only hope for stability. The clash of happy/sad rises like hot flashes and shivery chills. Back and forth. And so we pray.
It's amazing how well the day is already going. We've had our first huge family laugh. The oldest boy and I picked out a water bottle at Target for him to keep around the house. The one he liked had a straw, and he doesn't love straws. So, we figured we could just take it out at home at tip the bottle up. Normal.
When we got home I washed it for him, filled it with ice and water, and brought it to him on the couch. Straw free. He tipped it, took a big sip, and apparently without a straw the seal makes a sound that can only be described as a loud sea-lion. Mid sip, he almost spits his water out, everyone stops and stares, a long pause goes by, and we all burst into laughter. So of course he does it again. And again.
I've never been so thankful for an annoying sound in my life.
Tonight six children will sleep under our roof, and we probably will hold our breaths and hardly sleep at all. Praise Jesus. God is good.