There are many many worries I have about being a parent. There are many frustrations and extra hoops we will have to jump through for our kids to be legally *ours.* This is not right and you bet I am going to do everything in my power to help that change.
But, there is one thing I do not worry about. I do not worry about being denied the chance to foster parent based on our sexual orientation. For that, I am so very thankful.
I know that if we were completing this process in a different decade, things would be much different. Very early in our relationship, I remember asking Croi, “If you couldn’t have kids because you were gay (translation: lived in a different time and place) what would you do?” For both of us, the desire for children has always been so strong that we could imagine sacrificing ourselves and hiding in order to be parents.
I know that in many other decades, and in many parts of the country, committed partners choose to only have one person apply to be the foster parent. Many more entertain this idea.
I am so thankful for all those people who came before us, in this state, and so many others, who made it possible for this to be easier for us.
We look forward to the social worker seeing our home. Our wedding pictures on the wall. Our family pictures mingling on the china hutch.