I became a licensed foster mom at 24. We started working towards it and training when I was just 22 because my husband and I always knew this was how God wanted us to grow our family. We always thought about the possibility of biological children, but we wanted to intentionally adopt first so that our adopted children would never feel like an afterthought. Ninety days into our placement with Jax, the judge asked us to adopt our son. So here I am, 25 years old, raising a 5-year-old.
I am honestly still processing this. Last summer, we were vacationing and living a really abundant life as just the two of us, and this summer we are raising a soon-to-be six year old who has trauma, who has come to know us as his safe place, and who calls us mom and dad. Some days I still feel like just a babysitter and not a real mom. I know in my heart I’m Mom, but my brain is still settling down from this whirlwind. I imagined we would be a bookmark or chapter in Jaxson's story, but I had no idea we would be a part of his story and he would be a part of ours forever. It's so incredibly difficult, yet so humbling and magnificent. I remember the night he was born. I was in the middle of nowhere Alabama at a bar, barely halfway through college.