Two years ago, I was praying for Pterodactyl's twin siblings. The siblings we said we would take if we had open bed(s), but we wouldn't stay empty for them, either. As it ended up, we had Caterpillar placed with us and they were placed in another foster home.
I later connected with their foster dad through our agency and got to see pictures of them, and later saw them in person. Precious, beautiful babies, one looking somewhat like Pterodactyl, but really they are their own little people.
Recently I got to see the announcement that this foster family adopted them. A lovely, happy family.
Of course, I wonder, what would our lives have been like? We would have had a family of six. We would have likely been done with fostering in our second placement. The newborn phase would have been intense, but it would have wrapped up a whole lot sooner. Sometimes we as foster parents are faced with the kids that need placement and we feel like we must be that home. Clearly since we're being asked, we must be the ones to say yes. But in the in the big picture, I know this is not true, especially for very young children in foster care.
I know this was not our story to have. Our story has Beetle, Caterpillar, Cricket, Crocodile, and more to come. In our hearts, we just absolutely knew there was another family for these twins, someone who longed for them, someone God prepared for them. It is so good to see their faces in their smiling announcement.
I still feel like a distant relative, however loose my connection might be to them. They aren't my babies, but they have a little place in our history, and in our history of prayers to do God's will.