My passion

Everyone is passionate about something. There is something in their lives that they have a tendancy to spend their thoughts and time on. But when a passion becomes an obsession, you need to look out.

I have a passion for children. Any age, really. I love being around them and teaching them and just watching their minds process new things. It is an amazing thing to see a child begin to understand a new idea or activity. It really hurts me to see children mistreated and abused. I even cringe when I can tell a child is not getting the attention they need at home.

My husband and I have talked about becoming foster parents in the future, when our kids are a little bigger. We both have a heart for children that need love. I think that we could give the child what they are lacking and help them become who they are meant to be through the care that we could provide.

Here is where I believe my problem will lie. I will not want to let the child go. Even if the parent has shown all adequate proof that they are able to raise that child, I will not want to let go. Then, what if I see that child out and can tell they are still not receiving what they were getting at our home? I hear stories of mistreated children on the news and my heart goes out to them. How can any one take one look into the eyes of a child and possibly have the audacity to harm them? When I hear these stories, I want to go get that child and love them the way they need to be loved. Talk to them, read to them, but most importantly, listen to them. They need to feel important to someone.

I am a mother of three children and yes, they do push me to my limits sometimes. But, never, could I ever hurt them or mistreat them in a way that would warrant DCFS to intervene in the situation. I guess what I am trying to say is that my passion could very easily become an obsession because I would not want to turn away any child that needed a safe, loving environment to live in. The saddest thing, I believe, is seeing a child with a broken spirit when it all could have been prevented if the parent would show them one ounce of love they needed.