Every year there is a show that plays around Christmas time called "A Home for the Holidays".  It's about foster care and the blessing that it is.  It shows different families created through foster care and tells the story of how they became a family together.  I began watching it three years ago, as I became a foster parent myself.  Every year it gets to me, touches my soul and while it wells my heart with a gratitude that is so unexplainable, it breaks it as well.

I'd love to say that foster care was my first choice, above biological children, above international or private adoption... it wasn't.  I didn't get into foster parenting with the goal to "help" or "change someone's life".  I became a foster parent to adopt, to have a forever child, to love.  I'm no saint.  I am a good hearted, loving person... but no saint.  Not like these stories... but you know what?  I wouldn't do it any other way... and I sure don't ever want to parent in another manner (biologically). 

I heard a song tonight on this show that I hadn't heard before.  Rascall Flat's "God Bless the Broken Road". 

I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes He did

I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there, you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

But now I'm just rolling home into my lover's arms
This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you


It's funny how you think you're on one path, the goal in the end being the same thing and God has such a bigger plan, more amazing and perfect than you could ever imagine.  God sure blessed that broken road of infertillity for us... and brought us straight to our little boys.  I'm so grateful to be able to call them my children, and for them to be able to call me "mom".  I love them...