Saphire
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 28, 2000
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I am a foster parent to a precious four month old baby. I knew it wouldn't be an easy transition to start fostering babies, my kids are now young adults and I feared I wouldn't have the strength or stamina to return to those days of 24/7 care of a newborn. But I was wrong. I am adjusting just fine to the physical demands. There is one thing, however, that I really dislike about fostering that I did not anticipate.
The state provides formula to all eligible infants under the WIC program, and issues vouchers to those parents, and to all foster parents as well. I must present my weekly voucher and WIC card to the cashier when buying the formula for my foster baby. And that is where the problem arises.
It has been such a humbling experience for me. I have recieved looks and stares from customers ahead and behind me, yet I have had to remind myself that I know the truth.
(The 'truth' is that I have never received any assistance in my life. I am taking a pay cut as I reduce my work hours so that I can help a baby that needs a home, because her own Mom isn't able to care for her. The truth is I am trying to do something good in my life, to try and use my strengths to help someone else.)
And it has taught me a lesson. I promised myself I would never judge anyone again with those vouchers, because you never really know the whole story. It is wrong to presume you do. I am so grateful for the friendly cashiers when I pass through their line, yet want to educate the others who are brusque and chilly. Please don't assume you know anything about my situation!
I wish I could wear a button that identifies me as a foster parent, therefore deflecting the stares, but I think I am learning something worthwhile through this process, and will continue to be open to the lessons.
The state provides formula to all eligible infants under the WIC program, and issues vouchers to those parents, and to all foster parents as well. I must present my weekly voucher and WIC card to the cashier when buying the formula for my foster baby. And that is where the problem arises.
It has been such a humbling experience for me. I have recieved looks and stares from customers ahead and behind me, yet I have had to remind myself that I know the truth.
(The 'truth' is that I have never received any assistance in my life. I am taking a pay cut as I reduce my work hours so that I can help a baby that needs a home, because her own Mom isn't able to care for her. The truth is I am trying to do something good in my life, to try and use my strengths to help someone else.)
And it has taught me a lesson. I promised myself I would never judge anyone again with those vouchers, because you never really know the whole story. It is wrong to presume you do. I am so grateful for the friendly cashiers when I pass through their line, yet want to educate the others who are brusque and chilly. Please don't assume you know anything about my situation!
I wish I could wear a button that identifies me as a foster parent, therefore deflecting the stares, but I think I am learning something worthwhile through this process, and will continue to be open to the lessons.
