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Until we meet again: A Fostercare Goodbye

For baby girl and big boy A -

Here is the time I must say goodbye to you, my sweet, sweet children. For almost four months, you have been a part of our family, a part of our daily life, and a big part of my heart.


Please know I do not see this as a forever goodbye, for I know I will see you again. It may be next month, catching up at the park. It could be next fall, waving in the hallway at school. Maybe we will see you at your next birthday party, and I can see how tall you've grown. Or perhaps we will attend your graduation, and congratulate you on the fine young adult that you are. And in the card I write you, I'll remind you of the the four months we had together, and how you still have a part of my heart.


Although maybe the next time I see you, time will have passed by many, many years. I will be at the store or I'll be walking down the street and I'll think-what a beautiful and confident young woman that is, or what a handsome and kind young man he is. You won't know who I am. I might not recognize who you are. But nonetheless, I know you will still be a part of my heart.


There are people that told us it would be too hard to let you go if that day ever came. Those people are right. I wish I could hold you forever, feel your hands in mine, and hug you until you smiled over and over again. But sometimes God has plans for us that are truly amazing. I may not understand it all, but I do understand this - I have been blessed with each moment that I was given to be your "Mom". I have watched you both grow and saw your personalities blossom.  I know God has great plans in store for you. You will be safe and loved. You were worth every minute of my time and love, even if it breaks my heart a little to see you go. Thank you for letting me be a part of your story and becoming a part of my heart. 



May God bless you and keep you.

Love you both. A bushel and a peck.

Your Foster Mom ~ Mara




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