I have five little sleepy heads all tucked into bed and I wonder how someone could ever shake that baby.... How one could get so high they don't even remember they have a little one...... how they fight , hit ,even stab one another in front of two year old eyes....
I listen to the three year old talk about the blood on mommy's face...... my little ones threaten each other with jail when a "bad choice" (bad behavior) occurs.
There's so many options to consider for me.........
should I be an emergency shelter for newborns......you know the ones found in dumpsters???? or should i foster some children and raise them in a great family.
Today I was able to mingle with some foster parents.....they love what they do!!! everyone brags numbers and we talked about children we have shared.(ie one lady had some of mine a couple years ago...etc) it's neat to share the parenting of these very special, very hurt children. Me, having 5 boys, is such a little number in comparison to alot of families :).