So this weekend I got in the mood to make cinnamon rolls. The kind my mom used to make. The kind you have to actually mix up and roll out. I’ve never made them before, but it didn’t look that hard. Saturday was the day. I dug out the recipe. Made sure I had the ingredients. Invited friends for breakfast. Got up early and started cooking.
Huh. They aren’t nearly as good as I remember.
They looked like my mom’s. Tasted like them too. But the truth is, I’ve had better. Much better. When I was kid, they were the only cinnamon rolls I knew. But by my age, I have experienced a lot more cooking styles. More recipes and ingredients. And now I know there is something better.
Many kids in foster care came from homes where parenting wasn’t done very well. By most any standards. Supervision is an issue when your mom is depressed or on drugs. Role modeling is an issue when your dad is absent. Or violent. In many homes, simply surviving another day is the best a child can hope for.
Huh. Why don’t foster kids grow up and do better with their own kids? Seems like they would have learned a thing or two.
They did. They learned exactly what they were taught. Which is why we have to teach a new thing. A better way of parenting, of living. A better way to relate to others. Providing a model for new ways to live is one of the most important gifts we can give a foster kid.
Will you be a role model?