Foster Care

Being an adult foster child, I find more and more that it doesn't leave you. If anything, the identity you became sticks with you and becomes stronger each day. Foster children have become my pet "cause" if you must ask. And yes, I still identify myself as a foster child. Like I said, it sticks. It becomes your identity.

I didn't have the life you did growing up. I wasn't allowed to go play at a friends house, we never got to watch TV, and I was made to do whatever our house mom wanted us to do. I learned that every type of meat can be covered in cream of mushroom soup and be called dinner.

I also learned that other people, PARENTS, judged us. I mean, we were foster kids, we were dirty and bad corrupt children. It never occurred to them that I came from an affluent family that just thought we were an inconvenience and a cheap punching bag. Matt finds it funny that I lived so drastically. 9 Years at each end of the "money" spectrum. I find it sad.

But none of that is my reason for posting this here. What is my reason, is that this holiday season, when you are thinking about opening your hearts and even your wallets for a charity or child in need, don't forget those children locked away for their parents sins. I know it's easy to forget them, the ones no one loves. But, they deserve your compassion.

They deserve Christmas too.