We are voluntarily non-renewing our foster license. Come October, we will no longer be foster parents.
It’s the right decision. We have 3 beautiful young children to focus on raising. But, ouch. I’m heartbroken.
Truth be told, it wasn’t the choice I wanted to make. I feel as though I’m missing a child, and a piece of my happiness is missing along with him. But A is concerned that, at least right now, adding another child would compromise her happiness. Incompatible happiness.
I didn’t realize how large a part of my identity being a foster parent was, until I signed it away.
(theoretically speaking…i haven’t actually brought myself to signing the paper, yet).