A Foster Parent Poem

Rhonda McCurry, Assistant Executive Director of SCYAP, sent us the following poem.  SCYAP included this poem in a card that was sent out to each of their foster parents during Foster Parent Month.

Thank Good for the Difficult Child by Shelly Coleman

The difficult child will do things their own way, in their own time, regardless of your wishes or schedule. The good child will do what you ask, when you ask, even though they may complain a little.  It’s easy to love a good child.

The difficult child will try your patience and understanding every day.  They will challenge the depths of your love, the core of your soul numerous times, until you wonder if you have any strength left.  The good child will try your patience and understanding from time to time.  It’s easy to love a good child.

The difficult child will sneak out of the house at night, only to have the police knock at your door at 3 AM on a work night so you can come down to the station to pick them up.  The good child will sneak out of the house at night (on a weekend of course) to toilet paper the soccer coach’s house after a big win, only to go back to the coach’s house the next morning to help clean up.  It’s easy to love a good child.

The difficult child will skip school, even when you drop them off out front and watch them walk inside.  The good child might consider skipping a class or two, but doesn’t.  It’s easy to love a good child.

The difficult child is often withdrawn.  They don’t smile often; they don’t get real enthusiastic about very much.  The good child often talks openly about things that happened during their day.  They smile and laugh a lot; are enthusiastic about many things.  It’s easy to love a good child.

People often give up on the difficult child.  Write them off as being unworthy.  Distrust them because of a lack of understanding.

Yes, it’s easy to love the good child.  But I thank God for the difficult child.  For without the difficult child, how could we possibly understand what unconditional love really is?  How would we know just how deeply we can love, and how easily we can forgive?  How would we otherwise test the endurance of our souls or the depths of our faith?  How else would we realize just how strong we really are?  Thank Good for the difficult child!

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