Ah, Valentine’s day. When mushy sentiments and puppy love fill the air. The time of year middle schoolers think they have found their one true love…and have to post about it all over social media…multiple times a day…for weeks…
But seriously, Valentine’s Day is a time to celebrate love and relationships of all kinds. The day is a reminder that relationships don’t just happen; they require thought and effort and time. Love shows itself in tangible ways, whether it be a box of chocolates or a bouquet of flowers. It is a reminder that you have to intentionally put something into a relationship and love doesn’t just sit around doing nothing.
At the end of the day, foster care is about the children in care.
Or at least it is supposed to be.
Through the noise, rhetoric, media spotlights (and ignorance), opinions, horror stories, rose-glasses stories, and all the other noise about foster care comes the ReMoved videos. Each of the short films brings the narrative back to focus on the children in foster care. The storylines revolve around the child’s perspective and experiences, which are so often forgotten or overlooked.
The third and most recent film centers around a young boy, Kevi, who enters foster care. The story shows the emotions and struggles of a single mom trying to take care of her son, a foster family taking in a child, but mostly on the boy himself as he struggles to reconcile these two situations and the competing emotions that come with being a part of two worlds.
Full disclosure: It took me like 4 days to watch the whole video. I kept having to pause it because I was crying. I had been one of those little girls- foster sister to children in my home- and then watched those children leave. I cried because I had loved, they had left, but love is never wasted.
Are you a new foster family? Have you been a foster family for a while? Do you wonder why anyone would be a foster family when the child will leave? Check out the video.
Just a warning: you may need tissues…
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I was barely a teenager when my family began taking in foster children— and it changed my life. I had a front-row seat to the foster care system in all of its successes, failures, and realities. During my teen years, I rocked many babies to sleep, helped toddlers take their first steps, and played board games with my foster siblings.
While being a foster family had positive aspects, it also had difficult parts. Children came from tough situations and had sad stories. Our family sacrificed many of our own wants in order to provide for foster children’s needs. It was hard.
A coupon for 20% off a certain brand of lotion has been pinned to the wall above my desk. I just pulled it down to check when it expires.
The coupon expired January 31, 2016.
My desk has been in a similar state of neglect. Under textbooks, scattered post-it notes, three mechanical pencils I have been looking for, and receipts (some from Wal-Mart, others from the library), I found a picture of two little girls I dearly love. Their faces poke out from a blanket as they smile, together. One of the little girls is now my sister. The other…I miss.
I have three grandmas. One is my mom’s mother, one is my father’s mother, and one is my “adopted” granny. Not to confuse you; it is not a legal adoption. It is our sweet way of saying how much we love each other and what type of role we play in each other’s lives. Fitting for my family, right? Since my family takes in foster children, these women get to be “foster grandmas”. It is a role they all embrace and fulfill in their own way.