Foster Mom: My Village

By Melanie Wilson

I have tried to write on this subject several times but couldn’t seem to find the right words. So I’m going to try and describe my village and how I honestly could not do this without them.

God has given me so many amazing people in my life.

When I decided to start taking the classes to become a foster parent I told a handful of people because I didn’t want to tell the world and then get denied for some reason. Everyone I told had so many words of encouragement. Some of my best friends just cried and cried. I don’t really understand the crying but after they did that I cried every time I told someone else.

After I was certified, some friends started just sending over their baby stuff they were done with. My house was full of stuff before a baby even showed up.

Once a baby was here it was a whirl wind of blessings. The baby came at the end of October and of course the store only had winter clothes and it was still 90 degrees outside. I simply put on Facebook that I was needing 18 month boy clothes. Before I knew it I had clothes overflowing my house. Some were from people I knew and some were from friends of friends that I’d never met before.

A smaller baby showed up a month later and the same thing happened. Clothes and baby supplies showed up again.

Just a reminder, these are my first kids so I’m a brand new parent and have no clue what I’m doing. I haven’t changed many diapers before this. I have no clue about kids getting sick. Daycare is a foreign land with rules and I have to remember what they need on special days. Lets just say I walked around like a deer in headlights. Thank God for friends that recognized the look and told me it would be ok and I would figure it out.

I can tell you I faked it till we made it. I called my friend who is a pharmacist 150,000 times about everything. Sorry friend. I called another friend whose babies had reflux like mine almost everyday. I used another friend to tell how I was failing miserably and no one should have given me kids and she always told me she felt the same way at first and it will get better.

My village grew by 100 people easily within the first few weeks.

I can’t thank everyone enough for the supplies. I would have been in debt to my eyeballs if I would have had to buy everything that showed up to my house.

What I really can’t thank everyone enough is for the love for these babies. I work a ton and everyone at work events would just take turns passing the babies around and I never had to worry. Sometimes it would be a good amount of time and it would hit me I hadn’t seen my kid (or really that I had a kid, I know I ask why someone gave me kids sometimes) and I would go into panic mode. Of course someone would say so and so had him last time I saw him and within a few minutes I knew exactly where they were. Most of the time the little tiny baby was asleep on someone and the other was eating with someone else.

I was so blessed with so many people.

What I love the most is that I get to be still part of my tiny baby’s village. He went to live with a cousin who we pray will be his forever mommy and she is amazing. I pray that I can bless her how so many have blessed me.

Again I can’t thank my family, friends, and so many complete strangers for the blessings they have bestowed on the babies and me.

DID YOU KNOW? You can be a blessing to so many foster families by simply donating your child’s gently used items to a foster closet. Unfortunately there is not a foster closet in Natchitoches but there are ones in Bossier, Shreveport, and Alexandria. It would be great to have one in Natchitoches because it is hard to get to a foster closet an hour away when you first get a child. Simply ask how you can help a foster family, that is the best blessing around.