Most folks are well-intentioned, merely curious, really good , kind people who simply don’t know all of the foster care lingo that we, on the parenting side, have become quite comfortable with. And after being a foster mom for several years, I think I’ve heard it all from complete strangers, from very sweet, kind comments about my darling babies, to funny, witty, and sometimes even dirty looks and down-right rude remarks that secretly make my blood boil. Usually, though, I’m too busy tending to my bustling brood to actually care what other people think, but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I had a snappy comeback to pass along with an impish grin and a sticky hug from a quite thoughtful child. So here’s a quick list of some of the funny things I’ve heard – and what I wish I had said in the moment. Enjoy!
- You’re a saint for taking in those children. ME? A saint? You must have me confused with someone else, because I’m just a normal, boring,
regular, non-perfect, plain old, run-of-mill human being with normal, boring, regular, non-perfect, plain, old, run-of-the-mill problems who happens to be a mom. I’m taking life one day at a time just like everybody else. I make messy mistakes, sneak chocolates when the kids aren’t looking, beg God to let me sleep a little longer each morning, and I long for the peace and quiet of bed time every night. I’d say those children are saints for not complaining when all of the yummy dark chocolate has completely disappeared from their Easter baskets after I accidentally ate it all. Shhhh don’t tell them I told you…
2. Are you a daycare? Not since the last time I checked.
3. Which one is yours? All of them. They are all mine. Every single one. Some people collect shot glasses, I collect children. Hoard them, as a matter of fact. And no, I won’t trade, sell, or barter any of my precious collection, they are worth far too much, but I’ll gladly help you start your own collection of highly adorable, completely priceless miniature human beings.
4. Is the mom in jail? Well, I’m the mom and I am definitely NOT in jail. But thanks for asking about how I’m doing… as a matter of fact, I do feel a little trapped by the all the laundry I have to do each week…. How about I bring over a couple of loads of wash for you to fold?
5. What’s wrong with that one? What’s wrong with you?
6. I could never love another person’s child. Wrong. Just wrong. If you’re saying that (out loud even), you’re just trying to convince yourself not to get involved. Here’s how I see it. Any child under my roof is MY CHILD. And I will love him or her for the rest of my life and well into the next. Because that child is lovable and worthy of love. Love is a choice, an action, and I double dog dare you to choose it. You haven’t learned what love can be until you hear that child call you “Mommy” and I promise it will make your little heart burst with joy.
7. They’re lucky to have you. I don’t believe in luck. I believe in Jesus.
8. Don’t you have enough kids? Nah. There’s always room for one more.
9. Are you going to adopt that one? Which one?
10. Doesn’t the mom want them? Of course I want them!
11. Did the real mom do drugs? I’m the real mom.
12. You look great for just having a baby, I didn’t even know you were pregnant. Gee, thanks, at least someone thinks I look good!
13. Is the kid safe? Does he ‘have something?” Well, the last time I checked, 
there were a couple of rocks in his pocket and he had just picked up a frog, but I’m pretty sure they don’t bite because frogs don’t have any teeth.
14. You must be in it for the money. Hahahahahahaha.
15. Your husband must make a lot of money. Again. Hahahahahahaha.
16. Is that a drug baby? Nope. “That” is a child. A tiny soul, created by God, 
to grow and love and live and spend eternity worshipping Him. Why do you ask?
As a foster mother of four , now adopted children and three adopted children . I can relate and enjoyed this very much . Well done . Ty for sharing Wes
Thank you, Denise – I’m sure you have stories to tell!