You know those moments in your life after you either struggle and struggle or wander and wander for months or years on end, only to look back to realize you suddenly understand the struggling or wandering? Those moments when it becomes crystal clear that you have a purpose? You have been making “the right” choices?
Beautiful and I have had so many of them in our 5 years of marriage already. On the eve of getting licensed for foster care (just one more inspection to go), we had another “moment.” I’ll start at the end and work my way backwards for some literary and storytelling flair.
We had returned from our first foster care support group at the church that hosted our MAPP class last spring – Lauren Dungy spoke about her and Tony’s adoption of 5 kids. It really, really felt real for the second time so far; the first time it felt real was signing papers and answering interview questions for our home study just two days earlier.
I asked Beautiful, “Do you see us being one of those “crazy couples” who have 11 foster kids [in a giant house that sounds like a 3-ring circus]?” In my mind, I’d been pondering this as a very real possibility for our gifts and convictions, but obviously not with this 3-bedroom townhome. “Yeah, I think we could be… but not with this house.” We went on to role-play a call with placement, “Will you take this sibling group of 5?” “We accept your placement if you buy us an 11-room mansion in Avila.” Avila is an, exclusive neighborhood in Tampa where the Dungys still have a house. That was a good laugh, but the seriousness of the original answer was there.
Our goal, by virtue of it being my most intense goal of our married years, was to be able to live off my income so we could start a family one way or another. [Read more…]