Maybe I was a little harsh yesterday...

I really spilled my frustrations yesterday with how people judge me about my decision to foster. I really do agree with some of my blogging buddies, that fostering is a calling and others may not understand that. From that perspective, it's easier to extend a little patience to others who question. It's not like I shout out from the rooftop that we are foster parents (to be). Matter of fact, I try to avoid telling anyone unless I feel like it's their business. My neighbors have no idea, my husband's family found out just last month, and people at church do know. But somehow word has gotten out rather quickly, and I think my kids have spread the word (lol). So more people know, which is just as well...but now I start running into the criticism. I don't need to explain myself. That needs to be my rule. We are scared, anxious, and nervous about keeping foster children. Who wouldn't be? But we have thought, researched, and discussed it for 2 years before we decided to do it. It is heavy on our hearts, and that is all that matters. Now we wait, we are being considered every time our agency gets a call. Don't know how long it will take. After all, they tell you that you will wait a loooong time for babies---