Did you know that May is Foster Parent Appreciation Month?
So this month I thought I would share some stories that I have experienced as a foster mom.
Young foster children and infants are automatically eligible for the WIC program. I really wasn’t planning on taking them up on it with Little Lady, but then the doctor prescribed Nutrimagen. Have you seen the price of that stuff?!
So I am at the grocery store redeeming WIC vouchers for formula. I have all 4 kids with me (Cole, Charley, newborn Little Lady, and her brother Little Man). The cashier knows me well and she knows that we foster. She smiles as she sees Little Lady and comments about how beautiful she is.
As I am checking out (with the super annoying fact that I had to use 4 separate transactions) the woman behind me is on her phone. She loudly tells the person she is talking to that she can’t stand “breeders” that mooch off of the government to support their kids.
Yeah, we are probably thinking the same thing, but my thoughts probably has a few more choice words than yours.
The cashier gets mad. She takes a deep breath and I can tell she is about to set the woman straight. I quickly put my hand up and then bring my forefinger to my mouth. I signal to her to shush (nicely, of course – she isn’t one of my kids after all). She looks at me with a confused face. I whisper to her as the woman is still ranting on the phone, “She doesn’t need to know anything. Nothing we say is going to change her heart. We might make her feel like crap for a minute or two, but her heart needs to be softened by God.”
As I am talking, I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Am I saying this? Surely I can’t be saying this! The only softening I want this lady to get is from my fist.
God stepped in, just like He has so many times for me. Nothing I said or did in that moment on my own was going to be good. While that woman may never know anything about me, foster care, or helping out the people that need a hand through services like WIC, she was a big part of something.
That cashier told me later that she loved what I said that day. She told some friends about it. It led to conversations with two different friends about God. One of her friends she talked with starting asking questions, started going to church, and is now finding things out for herself. I love it!
I learned that God leading my path to foster care wasn’t solely about our family or the kids we connect with. He uses so many things in so many ways.
And to think that I wanted to tell that woman off. Who am I kidding? I still want to tell her off!