The One That Could’ve Been My Daughter

I am notoriously bad at picking up my phone. Ask my mom or one of my lifelong friends, and they’ll give you a good eye roll and an account of all the times they couldn’t get ahold of me. But when the number for DCPP flashes on my phone, I pick it up each and every time. It means that there’s a need, it means that there’s a child. So even when I know I can’t take the child, even when I’m out of state on vacation, even when I’m having a family dinner at a restaurant, I pick it up.

We sat at dinner last night when that familiar number flashed on my screen. There was a six year old girl who needed a home. It was an “easy” no. We have our hands full, we don’t have room for a six year old, we’re at capacity by the state’s standards, and we’re out of state for the next week. “Sorry, I can’t take her. I’ll ask around, though.”


Jamie C
Jamie Chttp://www.facebook.com/fosterthefamilyblog
Jamie is a bio mom to two kiddos, foster/”definitely-for-now-maybe-forever”/pre-adoptive mom to two littles, and short-term foster mom to whichever baby needs a home this week.  The 4+ kids in and out of her home make for some light-heart musings and some heavier broodings on her blog, Foster the Family and as a contributor for the Huffington Post. Follow her at: www.facebook.com/fosterthefamilyblog

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