Advice from a Single Foster Parent

On Saturday, I hosted the third “Flourishing Foster Parent Coaching Call.”

On Saturday, I also had one of my first Epic Fails in a long time.

I invited my friend Amy, a seasoned foster parent, to share from her experience and offer insight to those who joined the call. Amy was a foster parent for nine years, during which time she cared for thirteen kids. All of the children in her care were either ultimately reunified or adopted by other people, so she had a rich well of experience to draw from.

There were around six people who joined the call, and it was excellent! Amy’s content was really insightful, and the discussion that followed her talk was rich. I was so happy with how it turned out!

Then I ended the call and immediately realized that I had failed to record the call.

I was mortified. All through the call, I promised the participants that if they missed anything (a few came late or had to leave early) they could just listen to the recording. Furthermore, I have promised recordings to those members of The Flourishing Foster Parent who were unable to make the call altogether.


My biggest regret about my error is that the call was so great. I feel awful for not being able to share it beyond the scope of that one hour. Hopefully, this experience was enough to instill appropriate paranoia in me such that it never happens again!

That said, I wanted to at least share some of my takeaways from Amy’s call in the hopes that it will be helpful to those who missed it.

Here is what I gleaned from what she shared!

What are you waiting for? Amy shared that she became a foster parent when she was forty, but she could have started sooner. “I don’t know what I was waiting for,” she said when I asked her what she would tell her younger self. Amy shared that she had always wanted to be a mom, and since she never got married, foster care was a great way for her to offer her “mother’s heart” to kids. While she stopped short of saying she regretted waiting til she was forty, she did seem to say that she could have started a lot sooner. If you are thinking of becoming a foster parent, what’s stopping you? Maybe you should just go for it!

Go to court. Amy shared that, while she did not go to her kids’ visitation meetings with their parents, it was important to her that her kids’ parents knew her and knew that she was in their corner. She did this by going to every court appearance and getting face time with her kids’ families. Amy noted that they were not always happy to see her, but over time, they usually came to see that she was not their adversary.

If there is a language barrier, make an effort to overcome it. Amy shared that she had some Vietnamese children for a time, and when she saw their mother, she used Google Translate to translate a letter to her about how the kids were doing. While she could not have long, in-depth conversations over the phone, she could make the effort to communicate so their mom could understand.

“Don’t be afraid to be a single parent!” Amy was a single foster parent and she shared about how she made that work. She only took children who were between five and nine (to start with, anyway), and she only took sibling sets of two girls “because I have two hands, so I figured I could handle two children!” An advantage of taking two sisters, she said, was that the children had each other as a comfort and playmate. While Amy was at work, her girls were at school. This is how she made it work. She also had a great village of support from family and friends—something that is important for all foster parents, but absolutely vital for singe foster parents!

Learn about how early childhood trauma affects brain development, behavior, etc. When I asked Amy what she wished she knew back when she first started, this was her biggie. She dealt with children who experienced “rages,” and being equipped and informed for trauma-informed parenting would have been very helpful, she said.

One great way to support single foster parents is to include them and their kids in your social engagements. If her friends had a backyard bar-b-cue or holiday party, they invited Amy and her girls. Amy shared how helpful and encouraging that was to both her and her foster children.

Take advantage of opportunities for respite! Another single foster parent who was on the call asked Amy about how she managed her own self care, and she was quick to respond: use respite opportunities. Sometimes, that might mean becoming friends with your foster child’s siblings’ foster parent and trading off having each other’s kids (assuming they are part of a sibling set that has been separated), which can give you a break and give the sibs time together. Other times it might mean taking advantage of respite care provided by the state. But it can also mean getting creative. Amy shared that sometimes she would take a personal day from work while the kids were in school and enjoy having the day to herself at home. She encouraged single foster parents to use after-school care provided by the state as well (such as a YMCA afterschool program).

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Amy is one of my favorite examples of a foster parent. She knew she was meant to be a mother, and instead of waiting until circumstances lined up for her to have children of her own, she offered her mother-heart to kids who needed to be mothered, at least for a season. She has never regretted her decision to be a foster parent, and she remains close and involved in the lives of several of her former foster children. From talking with her, it is evident that she loves each of the children who has been in her care and remains devoted to their well-being.

These are some of the things I gleaned from listening to Amy. If you were on the call, what would you add to what I’ve shared here? Share in the comments below!

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose (or, My Journey From Soccer Mom to Soccer Coach)


A few weeks back, our boy started begging us to let him play soccer “for real, not just at school.” We had planned to get him into team sports next year, but since he was so persistent, I started looking into opportunities for this fall.

I’m new to this whole “soccer mom” thing. I didn’t realize that sign ups for fall sports ended in August, and that many of the leagues fill up quickly. So, at first pass, it appeared that I missed out on it for this fall.

However, my boy is not the only persistent one in the house.

I started writing to league directors in our neck of the woods and asked if there was any way to squeeze our boy onto a team. To sweeten the deal, I offered to “volunteer in any way I can.”

I heard back from a YMCA league director very quickly, who said that he could get my boy onto a team, and, as a matter of fact, they need a coach for one of the teams in his age bracket.

Did I mention that Friday Night Lights is my favorite television show ever? I know, it’s not about soccer, it’s about football. But Coach Eric Taylor is a hero of mine. And I’ll never be asked to coach football. So this was my shot!

Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!

Now, I played team sports throughout my childhood, including softball (six years), volleyball (two years), basketball (one year), and track/field (one year). So I’m pretty athletic. Always have been. And I have played soccer informally in El Salvador with the children at La Casa de mi Padre. But I never actually played on a team or learned any real strategies.

That’s why there’s YouTube.

So, in the span of a couple of emails flying back and forth, I went from being a soccer mom to being a soccer coach, and began a crash course in drills and rules and strategies.

In the week before I started leading practices, I fulfilled the background check, fingerprinting, and child abuse prevention training required of all YMCA volunteers, and as of this past Friday, I was Coach Christy. We had our first game on Saturday, and I was all adrenaline as I did my best to give the kids a positive first game of the season.

We lost by a landslide, but boy, did we have a blast. I learned a lot and now have a strategy for our next practice. And every child left the game having been told how proud I was of them and how glad I was that they were on my team. I hope that, win or lose, they always know that I am happy to be their coach.

You never know where life is going to take you. I say that often. I’ve been saying that a lot since becoming a foster mom. The Holy Wind blows your sails and suddenly you’re in completely uncharted territory, wearing a tee shirt that says “COACH,” holding a clipboard with your team roster, inviting them to “take a knee” for the pre-game huddle, and then screaming at the top of your lungs things like “hustle!” and “defend the goalie!” and “follow the ball!” and “stop dancing!” as you run up and down the sidelines chasing a bunch of five, six, and seven-year-olds.

And having a blast.

I don’t know what to expect from the next eight weeks or so. I am hoping for a few goals. I am even hoping for a win or two. But whatever comes, I am so very glad for the delightful surprise that I get to be a soccer coach.

Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.