My wife and I did something daring recently. Not because we’re “daredevils” or because we like to “live life on the edge,” but because we knew—in spite of the “risks”—that it was what we were supposed to do.
We became licensed as foster parents.
Maybe it’s not really such “daring” thing to do. Many other parents have done it before us and are doing it now. But to hear the concerns often voiced over our decision to become foster parents one would think we had just agreed to sell our family—and our children, in particular—up the river.