“Family is not defined by our genes…it is built and maintained by love.”
This statement could not ring any truer to me. When I was 17 years old, my parents approached me and my siblings about taking in a foster child. I was less than thrilled. Seeing as how there were already nine of us, I could not see the point of having even one more. My parents had a hard enough time staying connected with us, so why would they bring another kid up into the mix?
They began the process anyway.
A couple months had passed when they received a phone call. The social worker on the other line told my parents about a family of three children that were in desperate need of a home together. Up until that point, they had been separated, living in different places all over Southern California. Without hesitation, my parents accepted.
“WHAT?!” I thought. “Three of them? This place is going to be a madhouse.”
The next week, my mom picked me up from softball practice early. “Why are you here already?” I asked her.
“They’ll be here any minute,” she said.
As we drove the two miles back to my house, I wasn’t sure what to expect. “I don’t even want them,” I thought to myself.
The whole family was at the house; there were all nine kids, parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. My mother opened the door and two little boys came creeping in, a baby girl in the arms of who I assumed was the social worker.
“Wow,” I said. “They are beautiful.”
It took very little time for them to warm up to us, or us to them. Instantly, we knew that they were meant to be a part of our family.
Now, four 1/2 years later, I can’t remember what life was like before they arrived. The amount of love that they have showed me is unbelievable. Nothing beats the moment that I walk in the front door after being gone at school for three months; Lizbeth, now 5, runs to me yelling “Sissy!” Jovanney, or Monks as we call him, does his little happy dance, and Bryan, the oldest of them, immediately begins to update me on his schoolwork and athletic events.
Being their big sister is the best job I’ve ever had. The obedience my parents had to what God was calling them to has resulted in the best gifts I’ve ever been given. God’s plan for my family was lightyears beyond what I could have ever hoped or expected for us. The Lord is sovereign and good, and the overwhelming love and joy He has provided us is something I will always cherish.