Out of the Mouth of Babes...

Children in foster care are just like all children, hilarious!

When you have children in foster care living in your home, it can be hard to get them to open up at first. These children know you as a stranger, and have been through so much that they don’t know who to trust. The main solution to this is time. Just give them time to trust, and adapt to a new life. These children who have been thrown into foster care are trying to learn a new way to live while being out of their comfort zone. When they start to adjust, you get to see more than just the broken side of them, you get to see the part of them that is strong and unbreakable. Their joy may have been hidden for a while but as great foster parents often do, you love them anyway. You unveil the joy that has been concealed. They are no longer that shy, scared, vulnerable child that they once displayed. They are bright, fearless, and quick-witted. I made it a habit to write down the sweet, funny, brutally honest and clever things two of my boys would say once they became comfortable with me, and compiled a list.

*Names have been changed for privacy.

One day after daycare:
Me: Caden, did you have a good day at daycare?
Caden: Uh! Huh! I poop me pants!!
Me: Yes, I heard!

One day after picking up my six-year-old from school with my 3-year-old in the car:
Me talking to six-year-old: What’s wrong with you?
Six-year-old: I just don’t like people annoying me.
Me: Caden is not bothering you.
Six-year-old: No not Caden, you!
Me: What? I’m not annoying!
Six-year-old: Well you’re a little annoying.

A rainy day with severe weather in the forecast:
Caden: Daddy said tomatoes are going to fly in the sky.
Me: What? Daddy did you tell Caden tomatoes fly in the sky?
Daddy: No, I said tornadoes!

After Caden finished his cereal one morning:
Caden: here my bowl mommy.
Me: go put it in the sink.
Caden: you go put it in the sink!
Me: No, it’s your bowl, you put it in the sink.
Caden: But you got it out!

I reached to grab Caden’s coloring book in his room:
Caden: Don’t get that!
Me: But I want to finish coloring my picture I started the other day.
Caden: Oh!
Me: May I finish it?
Caden: Yes, since you asked!

Driving while Caden is talking to me from the back seat:
Caden: I want to tell you a secret.
Me: Ok!
Caden: If you go in the road you get runned over.
Me: Yes, that is true.
Caden: And be dead!

Getting ready for Church:
Caden: Can I bring my playdoe to church?
Me: No, Church is not a place for playdoe.
Caden: uh huh, we can!
Me: No, we can’t.
Caden: uh huh, Jesus said we can!

At a church pot-luck dinner a Ninety-year-old lady started a conversation with my six-year-old:
Ninety-year-old lady: I heard you like to play cards, what do you like to play?
Six-year-old: Old Maid! Like you!

After picking up six-year-old from school:
Me: We’re you good at school today?
Six-year-old: I don’t know.
Me: What does that mean?
Six-year-old: Well I was just a little bad.
Me: You need to try to be good and try not to be even a little bad.
Six-year-old: I know but it was just tiny!

Again, after picking up six-year-old from school:
Six-year-old: When are you going to grow a baby in your tummy?
Me: I’m not going to.
Six-year-old: Why not?
Me: I can’t grow babies in my tummy.
Six-year-old: My mom can.
Me: I know. She grew five babies in her tummy!
Six-year-old: Why?
Me: Because God wanted her to.
Six-year-old: Well, God might want you to.
Me: Maybe….

Six-year-old woke up at 2am and came in my room:
Six-year-old: Starla! Starla! Someone smacked me in the face!
Me: What? No one smacked you! Go back to bed!
Six-year-old: Okay!

In the kitchen doing dishes:
Me: I can’t get this pan clean for nothing!
Six-year-old: You can’t?
Me: Nope, I have tried everything!
Six-year-old: Did you try spitting on it?
Me: Um no, and you most definitely won’t be on dish duty anytime soon!

Picking up six-year-old from school (we have a lot of conversations after school):
Six-year-old: Which way is heaven?
Me: Well, usually people point to the sky when they think of heaven but it’s a place that can’t be seen until you die.
Six-year-old: Starla I love you but, I really love God.
Me: Well you are supposed to love God more than me and anyone else.
Six-year-old: Starla?
Me: What?
Six-year-old: Why don’t we have a basketball goal?

Passing by my husband’s uncle’s house and six-year-old seen his Llamas out in the field:
Six-year-old: Hey Llamas! What day is it?
Me: What? No! That’s a Camel that says hump day!

These two boys were a joy to have. My six-year-old played baseball and the whole season he never got a hit, not even in practice, but the very last game (also the day he left us to live with his dad) he hit the ball and made it to first base. He did not understand why I was crying after the game. The coach gave me the ball he hit and I wrote the date of his first hit on the ball and sent it with him. I hope one day he will look at it and realize why I was crying. That very last day I had with him to make a difference he took the reins and made a difference for himself. I was so proud of him. Fostering children has its ups and downs. It can be hard on everyone involved, but for the foster parents, having these memories makes it all worthwhile.