Natural Child in a Foster Care Home

Tanja Luayne

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A foster childs pain and challenges are very real, as are their successes and failures.Take a look into a world where foster children and natural children grow side by side, experiencing life together and seeing some of those results. These true stories display deep feelings each child experienced as they walked through both disappointments and achievements.These accounts are from the perspective of the young girl who grew up on a farm with her parents, 4 natural children, and 22 foster children. Each child special in their own way and all of them like a sibling to her.Her story offers a unique perspective of the trials, blessings, joys and struggles that come from being a natural child in a foster care home. She shares her journey through her eyes as a child, a teenager and even as an adult. Her perspective shows the adventures and challenges while illustrating the life lessons learned and how she applies them today.

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• Publié par: Inspiring Voices
• Date de parution: 09 mars 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781462411825
• Langue: English

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A NATURAL CHILD IN A FOSTER CARE HOME
Wasn’t the Tight-Knit Family My Friends Seemed to Have, but at the Same Time, It Was an Adventure—and It Was My Life.
TANJA LUAYNE

 
 
 
Copyright © 2016 Tanja Luayne.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4624-1181-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-1182-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016902503
 
 
Inspiring Voices rev. date: 3/9/2016
CONTENTS
Before The Foster Children Came
We Never Knew We Were Poor
When The Foster Kids Came
Where It All Began
When Basic Needs Are Not Enough
Teamwork
A Little Time Can Change A Life
Caught In His Crosshairs
Did I Ever Feel Slighted?
Were They Perfect Parents?
What Does It Mean…?
We Can’t Go Back
What I’ve Learned
INTRODUCTION
No one can imagine the fun, the sorrow, the joy, the sadness, the passion, or the many adventures of living in a home where so many kids came and went, with each child leaving a unique imprint on your heart.
Considering taking in foster children, but have children of your own? Hopefully this book can give you some insight of what it might be like and help you decide if it is a good decision for you and your family.
Today we have more information on how to raise healthy kids than my parents had. As many other people have done, my parents learned by stepping out and doing the best they knew how with what they had to work with.
BEFORE THE FOSTER CHILDREN CAME
Imagine if you would, a little girl bounding down a sandy drive without a care in the world. Her thin blond hair bouncing with every skip as she makes her way through the soft, warm, sand toward the barns to play with the animals. She couldn’t look happier as her arms swing carelessly around her, her laughter carrying across the farm on the warm summer breeze. Life is simple, satisfying, full of love and joy.
Without a worry or a care in the world to encroach her perfect world, she runs and skips while singing funny songs. She had a mom and dad who loved her, brothers and a sister to play games with her, and plenty of animals to love. It seemed like the perfect world; but no perfect world can last forever. Change is bound to happen or time would have to stand still. This child and many more, had to grow up.
This was my childhood, or what it seemed like, when I was small. I was the little girl who bounded down the sandy drive. I didn’t know that we were poor. I didn’t know that my parents and older siblings worked very hard to keep us going. To me my life was rich beyond anything I could imagine. My sand box was a huge sand bank that reached clear across the side of my father’s machine shed. With an old tin plate, some rusty Tonka trucks, a few plastic cups, and sticks to build with, we made towns, castles and mud pies. None were prize worthy, but they were fun. Endless imagination was found in that sand.
I had no idea that the animals we raised were our living and what gave us our meat, or that the huge garden I loved was a necessity. To me it was all an adventure.
Mom and Dad didn’t complain about having to go work in the garden or on the farm. They simply went about doing what needed to be done to make a living. It was the process of life. We grew a large garden with many things in it; green beans, peas, carrots, strawberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, zucchini, and several varieties of squash, pumpkin, corn, etc. Everything we would need to get through the winter.
The frozen berries and vegetables were great to have on those cold winter days. They would bring back funny stories of the summer. But nothing compared to garden ripe produce. Especially, after the seemingly endless winter.
The strawberry bed was the first to show signs of life in the spring. We would see green leaves on the strawberry plants around the first week of May followed by little white blossoms shortly after. Spring was finally here. Once we saw those flowers blooming, we knew the berries wouldn’t be far behind. It was like waiting for a big event to come around, you knew it was soon, but you just wanted it to be now. The strawberry bed stretched out as long as two hay wagons and was just as wide.
For most of the month of June, each morning would start with a stop at the strawberry patch for a quick snack before continuing on to morning chores. Sometimes we would stop on the way back to the house to pick and add some berries to our breakfast.
We were never told we couldn’t eat what was available in the garden. As a matter of fact, we were told, “If you pick it, you can eat it.” It was the same when we were harvesting other vegetables for dinner, we ate about as many as we picked. Mom didn’t worry if we “spoiled our supper”. After all, it was healthy food, not cookies or ice cream.
Late in the summer was when the tomatoes would begin ripening. A morning snack of them meant juice and seeds running down our chins with almost every bite. It was a tangy, acidic, pulpy fruit that always was bursting with flavor when fully ripened on the vine. Once again there was nothing better to me than to start out the morning with a quick trip through the garden for a little harvesting.
Seldom did we complain about having to go pick our side dish for meals. That was a good job to have! The veggies were always full of juicy flavor and snap, always a treat.