Wednesday, December 22, 2004
I've been a foster parent for about five years now and I
want to tell you about my Christmas miracle, which happened just a few days
On Dec. 1, 2000 they brought to me a cute, little 5-year-old
Native American boy, who had already been in two different foster homes. For
the next several weeks, just the word "move" would sadden him and
I reassured him over and over that he didn't have to move
again and that my home is his home. His favorite question to me over the next
several months was, "Can I go home?" I'd answer, "You are
home." He'd say, "I know."
He didn't remember calling anyone Mom, so that has been hard
for him. Several months ago, at age nine, after getting him to bed but before I
went out his bedroom door, my boy Chris said, "Good night Mom." With
my melted heart, I said, "Good night Son."
My Christmas miracle is that, after trying for three long
years to take guardianship of him, it has finally been approved as of Dec. 3.
He brightened my Christmas season in December 2000 and now in December 2004 he
truly is my Christmas miracle.
If my son says "Good night Mom" for the next 10
years, it's OK with me.
There are a lot more children, like my boy, out there who
need a home. If you become a foster parent for the right reason, you could give
a child a home, a gift. You have to do it from your heart. No, it's not easy. A
lot of us have stories we can tell. But these children are hurting so bad. It
is unbelievable what they have been through.
I don't play a lot of Christmas songs in my home any more
because it hurts some of the children to hear it. Two years ago I asked a
16-year-old girl living in my home what she wanted for Christmas. She said,
"An Easy Bake oven, because I always wanted one." She was happy
opening that gift.
These children need us. They need our prayers and love...I'm
proud of my boy! He's on the honor roll, he loves God and going to church.
/s/ Debbie Skinner, Sunnyside