I remember I had my own bedroom with lots of toys and it was decorated in precious moments. I will never forget precious moments. Anytime I see them to this day it reminds me of the warm love I felt in foster care. My foster dad used to read to me at night before bed and a lot of times he would read out of these two precious moments books. I still have them. Precious moments bedtime stories & stories from the bible.
I remember how the pages smelled and I just love the stories in them. I still have the books and I've noticed after my sister has spent the night a couple of times, the books laying next to her bed :) We still find comfort in them.
Also, my room was ALWAYS clean. I started early as a neat freak. I have a picture of myself right after I cleaned my room and I was sitting at my little table coloring. It was my reward for cleaning. I rewarded myself back then just like I do now!
Another thing I "remember" is that I threw some pretty terrible tantrums. And when I say tantrums I mean, kicking, screaming, breaking toes, call the police kind of tantrums. WHAT!? Brittany?? YES. I broke my foster mom's toe once b/c I kicked it. Another time the neighbors called the police b/c they thought I must have been being abused. (I assure you, I wasn't. I was just a confused, screwed up 5 year old).
My favorite thing about foster care though was how much I was loved. In all the chaos, I had some sort of stability. I had two people that loved the HELL out of me! I know I didn't realize it then, but I realize it now and that is why it is my favorite memory.
Hopefully I will remember more things about foster care and can add them later, but for now this is what I got.
2 comments:
These are great posts! I'm glad you have such loving parents and that they toughed it out with crazy Britt! :)
This is beautiful. My favorite part is with Riley still reading Precious Moments. That's so sweet.
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