Today, I wanted to write about the very beginning, back when I was three years old and I became a big sister for the very first time.
The truth is, though, that I can’t remember the day that I became a big sister. I remember a piece of a memory; I had this little chair in my bedroom when I was three… it was brown, and the top of it had a bear’s face, and ears that flopped over the top of it. I remember that when my little sister walked into my room, I showed her the chair, and tried to let her know that she could sit in it if she wanted to. But that’s it. That’s all I remember of that very important day.
Honestly, the day a family starts foster care is going to be important to everyone, but only the parents will remember in exact detail if their biological children are young. But that’s okay. It’s the memories that you make with the children after they’re living with you that really matter, not the day they arrive. So make your time together special, because you never know when you won’t have those children living with you anymore, and you’ll wish you did more together.
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