Journey of a Foster Care Grandmother
By Sarah Poff
You are going to be a grandmother!!!
Those words were ringing in my ears.
Grandmother, Grandmother?
I had longed for those words and yet the words I heard were somehow different than I had envisioned. The emotions were raging inside of me. I sat quite not knowing what to say. It seemed an eternity until he spoke again. His long awaited next sentence was, you are going to be a foster grandmother. I was not sure what to say or what to do next. I knew my son and his wife were taking foster care classes and yet not until that moment did it dawned on me that I had a role in this. Those words, those precious words… you are going to be a grandmother had arrived at my door in a new and different way. I sat there thinking, what do you mean, I’m a grandmother, my 1st reaction was no, I’m not a grandmother these aren’t your children. Well, being of grandmother age I knew better than to utter those words. I sat for a long time searching for the right words to say …. I finally found voice within to repeat what he had said.. Ok I’m going to be a grandmother. I quietly said “Son I never thought of it that way.”
until next month…. When you meet our girls
