Foster Care :: A Child’s Need for Attachment Outweighs My Fear of Loss


I was standing over her crib in the NICU, just watching her sleep. She was seven weeks of pure preciousness! A hospital volunteer walked up behind me and asked, “Are you mom?”

I proudly said, “Yes! Foster mom.” My heart was soaring. For the first time in my life, I got to acknowledge that I was a mother.  After several miscarriages, almost unbearable losses, there I was, a mom.

“I just don’t know how you can do this,” the volunteer said. “You’re going to get so attached, ya know? I could never foster. There is no way I could give the baby back after getting attached.”

My heart sank just a little. Attachment is the number one thing this child needs!

For a moment, I couldn’t catch my breath. And being new at this, I wasn’t quite brave enough to respond. So, I simply smiled and turned my attention to the little one who had begun to stir at the sound of our voices. For the last fourteen days I had been by her side, hour after hour, day and night, listening for every beep, every coo, every sign, every signal that required documentation to share with the nurses. How many times did she sneeze? How many times did she yawn? Did I notice this? Did I notice that? I was already attached. Like glue.

For the next three months, I went to the hospital every day. Even though she wasn’t officially our foster child until she was released from the hospital, my husband and I became her number one advocates. We met with teams of doctors, therapists, nurses, social workers, and caseworkers. We spent hours in training to learn how to deal with her special needs and became special-needs certified. Because she needed someone there for her, we became experts on her health.

Foster Care :: A Child’s Need for Attachment Outweighs My Fear of LossIf it wouldn’t have been us, it would have been an occasional visit from caseworkers and potential foster parents who could only come in their spare time. Not every foster baby in the hospital waiting to come home has someone there for them every day. But for some reason, my husband and I were the ones chosen for her. And for me, there was no other option but to be there every day, without question, for as long as we were needed.

Little did I know those first few weeks I’d be told over and over again that “getting attached” was too hard, that “getting attached was not an option,” that “getting attached” was the main reason people would not foster.

We’ve been fostering the same child now for almost a year. We still hear the same concerns. But now, I know how to respond. Now, my heart doesn’t sink to my stomach.

With joy, I explain the value of attachment, and I explain that fostering is not about me. I tell them that I chose to become a foster mom because of the need this city has for loving parents to step in and provide safe, loving homes for the kids of Albuquerque.

It’s going to take courageous families to fight for new laws, fight for change, and fight for a better system that is so overwhelmed and broken. I tell them that I can handle the loss, as hard as it may be, much better than that child can handle never having the opportunity to bond with someone who truly loves them. Fostering is about championing for the children in need, not about my needs and me.

Becoming a foster parent is a hard calling. No doubt. It’s not for everyone. And truth be told, I have not yet had to go through a painful foster care separation. I can’t promise that I will handle it well. But I have experienced plenty of loss in my own life. And the thing I have learned is that, with God’s help, I make it through. Every time.

Yes, I know separation will bring heartbreak. But that’s a good thing, right? Wouldn’t you want someone to love you so much that if you were ever separated from them, it would tear them in two? Because that’s love. That’s the kind of love that is sown deeply into lives and flourishes into beautiful things. That’s the kind of love that gives strength and carries people through a lifetime. #getattached #fostercareawareness

Here are a few sobering statistics regarding foster care in New Mexico (, 2015).

  • 2,471 children in New Mexico lived apart from their families in out-of-home care in 2015, compared with 1,859 children in 2011. Of the children living apart from their families in 2014, there were 1,015 aged 5 or younger. And 148 were 16 or older.
  • The number of children living apart from their families in out-of-home care has increased 9% in comparison to the number of children in out-of-home care in 2011.

For more information about becoming a foster parent, click here.

Originally published May 2018.

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  1. You have no idea how much I loved running across your blog. I am also a foster mom and I primarily take in babies. I have exactly the same thoughts, how wonderful for the babies/children to have someone who loved and cared for them so much that they are heart broken when they leave. These kids for the most part do not have anyone who cares enough to be their advocate and watch out for them to make sure they go through the least amount of pain as possible. I hope you never have to feel the loss of your sweet baby going to a new home. It is almost unbearable. I have had the recent privilege of loving two babies basically from when they came out of the hospital until they were 7 months old when they went on their next adventure. They left within 3 months of each other and it has been the worst pain I have ever felt. But knowing that there are so many babies/children that need to have love and compassion, it keeps me going. To know that I have been able to give these babies a good start filled with love and safety makes it all worth while and keeps me going for the next little one. Good Luck with your adventure with your little one.

  2. Thank you for writing this, Tiffany. I am new to fostering too, but my family has fostered for decades officially and unofficially. I grew up with the idea that family love is meant to be shared with people who aren’t directly family. However, I walked in thinking I knew what to expect and honestly there have been challenges. I begin every morning with the idea that they will not be with me forever, but I will love them forever anyway. Yet, I can’t help but visualize future event that will be major in their lives and I wonder will they get to that point if I am not there? I know they will, but I just want to be there to see it. Part of me wants to share in their accomplishments and be there to comfort them during their defeats. But I own the fact that I won’t and that it will be great for us all. I know that one day they will forget my house, my face and my name because they are so little, but I hold onto hope that their hearts will never forget the love and the possibilities of a bigger world that they received while they were with me.

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