“Please, please, please!” he pleaded. “Won’t you please let me try out for the baseball team?” We stood there in the kitchen, his big brown
eyes locking with my own skeptical ones, trying their hardest to communicate
with me how important this dream was to him.
I was at a loss for an immediate reply. This was a bold request from a
foster child. It would mean a
significant time commitment and expense for our family. What about his schoolwork and grades? How would I juggle the other 5 children in
our home who needed my attention? Would
my consent be the wisest course of action?
