When my intentionally-illiterate roommate was excited about finding a memoir to read, I immediately took her to our small branch library (if I didn’t think that she would have slapped me, I might have forced her shoes on her feet just to get her there before she changed her mind). While it didn’t have any of the titles that were recommended to her (by me or any one else) on hand, she browsed the shelf, picking up several.
Another Place at the Table was the one that stuck.
It’s the story of Kathy Harrison and her family as they grow their family through adoption and foster care. Though I still haven’t written the post on it, I’m a huge fan of adoption, so when my roommate enjoyed it, I knew I wanted to read it next.
It reads about how you expect (many heart-breaking stories of abuse balanced out with many touching moments), but it was very good. Reminds me that being a foster parent is HARD but worth it.
There are hundreds (thousands?) of children in my area who don’t have someone to love them. I want to do that. While I’m not in a position right now, I’m working on getting myself there. Sure, this means denying myself (which I’ll admit I don’t usually enjoy). But I have a great example in my Savior for this, don’t I?
As she said, ”We could have had more time and more stuff [if we hadn't been foster parents], but I don’t believe we would have been any happier.” (p. 126)
I definitely recommend this book.