Where d’heck all these foster families come from? I’m surrounded. Everywhere I go, I’m thinking…”oh, I bet that is a foster child… Oh, I bet she is a foster mom… Oh foster here, foster there, foster everywhere.”
At the beginning of the summer I played a game called “corn hole.” The name alone made me a fan. But after I became the corn hole champion (is that a title to be proud of?) I got obsessed. Never seen that game before in my life. Never. Now everywhere I look I see..um… corn holes.
That is what they call “Baader-Meinhof,” also known as synchronicity I think: the phenomenon where one happens upon some new or relatively new piece of information–and soon afterwards encounters the same subject again, often repeatedly.
I keep seeing groups of people that I automatically define as a foster family. You know the cartoons with hearts in the characters’ eyes? I have those hearts too. Walking around town with foster family hearts in my eyes.