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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.
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.
As a parent, you would probably think that the day your child becomes a brother or sister for the first time will be one of the most important days of their life. Honestly, it’s probably more important to a parent than it is to the child. My mom can remember exactly what happened when we took in our first foster children, from what they did when they arrived, to how I reacted to them. When she talks about that day, I think, ‘wow, that sure sounds like a great memory.’
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.
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.
Thanks!
Taylor
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.
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.
Thanks!
Taylor
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