Music to My Ears

Music to my ears

Many days in foster care are hard. This morning is not one of them. As I sit in my family room, coffee cup in hand, I hear our two-year-old foster son’s tiny voice through the upstairs floor boards singing to himself. This morning he is safe. This morning he is happy. That makes me happy.

What are the moments where being a foster mom makes you smile? They maybe few and far between, but please share. So together we can say, these kids are worth every hard moment.