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Robbin
From about 6 yrs old, I grew up in a foster home. For many people, that statement is a testimony to a fairly dysfunctional home life. But my parents didn't beat me, they didn't yell at me. They made sure I was fed and clothed and grew up with what I hope is a good set of morals - if it's lacking, it is certainly through no fault of theirs. No, I had caring, understanding and generous parents. I grew up in a foster home because my mother and father were foster parents. Over the years, my parents raised not only their own children, but opened our home to over 120 children, ranging in age from 2 to 17. Most were teens, but we never turned away a child of any age needing shelter if we had any available space. Some were mentally handicapped, some physically abused, some emotionally abused, all in need of a place to be safe and loved. While growing up, I often felt jealousy towards these children I had to share my parents with. It is one thing to share a book or toy with an unknown child, quite another to share hugs and love of a parent. But growing up in this environment showed me to look at the other side of a story, to walk a mile in another's shoes. My mother taught me to appreciate what many take for granted, because many don't have anything TO take for granted. She taught me humility for the graces I've been granted, compassion for all forms of life, patience with those who don't see things as I do and to show generosity towards those needing help. She taught me that sometimes the underdog just needs a confidence boost to show them that they can achieve their dreams and that sometimes the bully just needs a hug to be shown that others do indeed care. She taught me through example things that I take with me every day and use for every aspect of my life. I grew up in a foster home, and it was one of the most important lessons I could have lived through. Thank you, Mums, for enriching so many lives just by being you. ~Alli~ Back to Our Earth Angels- Page 22 |