Welcome back to Taylor Talks.
I remember this one time when I had to say good bye to a foster sibling, and it was a little different than other farewells I had made in the past. I was in fifth grade, and we had a baby staying with us, maybe a few months old. He hadn’t been with us for an extremely long time, and was going to be living with a family member after leaving our home, if I remember correctly. Even though he hadn’t been with us for a very long time, I was still pretty attached to my baby brother. It’s hard not to fall in love with a little baby.
So we knew that they baby was going to be leaving, and I was preparing myself for the sad good bye, and then I learned that he was going to be picked up while I was at school. I don’t know why I remember this so clearly; I don’t know if I had always been home for the other times kids had left, or if I was just suddenly old enough to know what was going on, but I was really upset that I wasn’t going to be there when my baby brother was picked up by a caseworker.
I was in band when I was in fifth grade, and I remember that I was at band rehearsal when I was called to the main office. I don’t know if I’m combining memories here, but I feel like I had forgotten my instrument at home that day, and my mom came to drop it off to me. Maybe I’m wrong, and she just wanted to give me a last chance to say good bye. Either way, my mom was at the school with my baby brother. She was waiting outside; the baby was still in the car. I don’t remember if she called into the school or what happened. But one of the ladies who worked security at the front desk walked me outside to the car, which was a pretty big deal at my age. People never just walked outside during the school day back then. Well I walked out with the security lady, and I got to go say good bye to my baby brother.
I don’t remember how many other siblings I had at the time. If I was in fifth grade, then my brother had to be in third grade, and my sister had to be about four years old. I don’t know if my brother got called down to say good bye, and I don’t even remember if my little sister was in the car with my mom or not. I don’t remember anything else except for the feeling of relief when I got to say good bye to that little baby one last time. And that was it. When I got home, we were down a family member.
It’s sad to think about how normal good byes have been in my life. When I really think about it, my life has been anything but normal.
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
My family has been doing foster care since I was three years old. I'm the only biological child in my family, though I now have five permanent siblings. Having nineteen siblings over the course of my lifetime has been an incredible experience, and I'm hoping that by sharing some of the ups and downs of being the only bio kid in a foster family, other foster families or people looking into doing foster care will be able to learn a bit of what life can be like. I also like to share what life is like on my journey to becoming a published author, as well as where my schooling and career choice are taking me.