I know the kind of child we are looking for. I know what sort of things we do not feel capable of handling right now.
I tell myself I will know when it is right. And have the courage to say “no” when it is not a good fit.
Then someone leaves a box of baby kittens at my work. Just dumps them in the backyard. So tiny—eyes not open, can barely hold their heads up, umbilical cords still attached. I feed all 5 of them, help snuggle them in for the night.
I’m allergic to cats, we have a dog, and it’s just not a good fit.
BUT, I’m already thinking how I can re-arrange our life to care for these little tiny creatures for awhile. Just for a week or two? Until they get good homes? (If you want one, or 5, I’ll gladly foster them until you come pick them up! Please?)
No. The answer is No, Erat. Better practice saying it now.