24 hours into this foster parenting gig, i want to make note of some beautiful things:
- the way that V (age 15) searched me so intently with her wide, dark eyes, as if she was searching my spirit, trying to ascertain if i was safe, good. based on the way that she now looks just as intently into my eyes, but with a smile creasing her face, i conclude that she has decided i’m okay.
- the chalk art of fancy ladies and hearts that appear, get erased, and drawn again on the chalkboard wall by J (age 7).
- the fact that all six of us held hands in a long line as we walked from the mini van to the mexican restaurant the first night.
- hazel puking all over the high chair, table, and floor at the mexican restaurant. J and V taking it all in stride.
- seeing J play, so happily and so naturally making herself at home. she’s playing pretend, keeping so busy at it, as if it’s her job, which of course it is.
- V with Gus, and how quieted he is in her arms.
- J’s delight over el gato (the cat).
- roasting marshmallows over the fire in the wood stove tonight, laughing when they went up in flames. J and V had never done this common american thing before.
- the wholesome busy-ness of a day spent tending to the needs of four children, and especially feeding them.
- Hazel trying to chatter away in friendly hospitality to J and V, not understanding that they cannot understand her. Hazel says to them, “you make funny words!”
- J’s enthusiastic and sincere “thank you!” upon being told she would get to make her own pizza for dinner tonight.
- the constant use of translation apps on my iPhone, and how humbling it is to be so utterly UN-proficient at something (speaking in Spanish).
- chopping vegetables in the kitchen with V, asking her which ones she likes, and seeing her taste her first olive and twist her mouth with distaste at its flavor.
- the blessedness of a quiet afternoon when my own littles were asleep and J and V sat cuddled on the couch watching a Disney movie in Spanish on YouTube, while i read my new magazine and sipped on tea.
feeling glad to be doing this work, happy for the ways it is already expanding us as a family, hoping and praying that Father will minister to their hearts in this home He’s given us to share.