"Hand-Me-Downs: Growing Up in Foster Care"

I spent my childhood in foster care, moving with my sisters from one new home to the next.

Growing up in foster care meant moving a lot
When I was 20, I worked in a nursing home. One day I overheard a conversation between Minnie, one of the nursing assistants, and a woman named Amelia, who called her patients her babies. I was microwaving soup, trying not to listen to Minnie sell the idea of foster-parenting to Amelia as if it were a piece of questionable real estate. "It's not bad at all," Minnie said, "and you can't beat the money." If they took in one more ...

People kept taking us, a threesome of foster kids, into their homes. But we never stuck.


Subscribe now for exclusive access to this article, future digital issues of Adoptive Families, the full searchable Adoption Parenting Library and much more.

Already a subscriber? LOG IN

Need help? CLICK HERE

Copyright © 1999-2015 Adoptive Families Magazine®. All rights reserved. For personal use only. Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is prohibited.

More articles like this

Given email address is already subscribed, thank you!
Oops. Something went wrong. Please try again later.
Please provide a valid email address.
Thank you for signing up! Your first Adoptive Families newsletter will arrive within the week.
Please complete the CAPTCHA.
Please fill in the required fields.