When my nine-year-old foster son learned he was being moved to another home, he didn’t cry—he quietly asked, “Did I do something wrong again?” That one heartbreaking question changed the course of both our lives. Months later, I wasn’t saying goodbye anymore. I was signing adoption papers and promising him he would never have to wonder if he belonged again.
When the phone rang that Tuesday afternoon, I assumed it was another routine check-in from our foster care agency. Instead, my caseworker quietly said, “We’ve found another placement for Ethan.” …
When my nine-year-old foster son learned he was being moved to another home, he didn’t cry—he quietly asked, “Did I do something wrong again?” That one heartbreaking question changed the course of both our lives. Months later, I wasn’t saying goodbye anymore. I was signing adoption papers and promising him he would never have to wonder if he belonged again. Read More
