Dear Teacher,

Dear Teacher,

Dear Teacher,

I hope you’ve had a great summer! It was so great to meet you today and put a face to the name I’ve been praying for all summer. You see, I’m not used to being on the other side of the table. I sat in your chair for so many years, excited to see the little faces staring back at me, and watched as their parents wrung their hands as they shared every detail of their child’s life.

I didn’t understand then, but I do now. Now that I’m on the other side of the table.

Remember in school, when they taught you that every child is different and learns in different ways? Remember how you learned all of those strategies to reach every learner? Can you promise me you’ll remember those this year?

Dear Foster Mom,

Dear Foster Mom,

You do hard things. You stand in the gap for little ones in the hardest days of their lives. You’re the middle mom, filling the space between brokenness and redemption. You love them as they are your own, expecting nothing in return. You constantly have people...