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“We Lost the Fight”: Mom Writes Soul-Crushing Post About the Daughter that Got Away

There are currently 400,000 children in the U.S. foster care system desperately awaiting a family to open their doors and loving arms to them. Comparatively speaking, there are between 300,000 to 400,000 churches in America.

That means that if just ONE family from each church in the country would take in ONE child, we could fill this gaping need instantly.

So why are there so few volunteers?

Well, it takes an incredibly special person to take on the responsibility of being a foster parent—to love a child wholly, fearlessly and without reservation…all while knowing one day, you will have to let them go.


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Perhaps nobody could know that better than Amber Davis.

In a viral Facebook post shared by Love What Matters, the heartbroken mother pours her grief out about the sweet baby girl she had to let go of too soon. But while it was her first foster child, she assures us it will not be her last:

We lost the fight. And by “lost” I mean I didn’t get what I wanted. My white picket fence has a hole in it and she’s gone. I made sure she smelled of lavender before she left. Filled her favorite sippy cup with half water, half apple juice for the ride to her new home for a bit of comfort and distraction. Told her I loved her and purposely made her holler and squirm from being hugged too tight. She likes to give hugs, but hates being restrained in one. I wonder how long it’ll take her new family to figure that out.

I wonder if they’ll learn that she’s a bit reflective of the Princess and the Pea fairy tale in that she has to have a soft pillow to get comfortable and sleep well at night. Otherwise, she’ll grunt and continually wake up throughout the night trying to get comfortable.

I wonder if they’ll figure out she loves to fist bump and blow it up right before going to sleep. It makes her giggle.

She does sign language now to help with communication. If they ask her, she’ll sign “please” for them and let them know when she’s all done eating. I hadn’t gotten around to teaching her “thank you” yet, but that was going to be next.

I know she’ll be thrilled if they don’t make her keep her headband on her head like I have the past 6 months. She hates them. I’d get the stink eye every time I told her to leave it alone. Sassypants.

Josiah asked why I was packing up her things last night. I answered immediately from the depths of my heart: ‘I don’t know.’ But then I realized I had a responsibility to try to help my growing, curious 4-year-old grasp something that I still don’t quite understand myself: why can’t she stay? As I fumbled my way through an explanation about needing to go live and be together with her sisters…I could see the look of confusion on his face…’but we’re her brothers.’

My brain scrambled for another answer, but I blanked. So instead I changed the subject. ‘The good news is that Avonlea will be born soon and you’ll have another sister to play with! And you will be her big brother and she will always live with us.’

I could tell by the look on his face that my lame attempt at explaining things had failed to add up. It just doesn’t make sense. Not to him and…frankly…not to me, either.

The heartbreak is overwhelming me tonight. The tears just won’t stop. This first loss is more painful than I ever imagined it would be and something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. So the next time I see that all-too-familiar phone number pop up on my caller ID, asking if we are willing and able to open up our hearts and take in another child who needs us to sacrifice everything we have in order to love them for an undetermined amount of time…I already know what my answer will be.

Absolutely. Let’s do this. For 6 months or for forever…we’re in.”

Though she “lost the fight,” Amber is determined to win the war.

The gut-wrenching pain of her loss is not enough to stop her from lavishing another motherless child with lavender, Princess-and-the-Pea pillow talks and bear hugs overflowing with the purest unconditional love.


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May this mama’s warrior spirit infused with courageous vulnerability inspire the masses to do the same.

#FosterTheFamily❤️

Kelsey Straeter
Kelsey Straeter
Kelsey is an editor at Outreach. She’s passionate about fear fighting, freedom writing, and the pursuit of excellence in the name of crucifying perfectionism. Glitter is her favorite color, 2nd only to pink, and 3rd only to pink glitter.

Mom Dies Giving Birth & Dad Lays Baby on Her Chest—10 Minutes Later, He Hears the Scream…

"You are so unbelievably excited that your child is born…and in the next moment you believe you’ll have to say farewell to your wife forever. It was like being numbed."

To the Christians Who Are Done With Church

"The church is far from perfect. Life is complex. There are growing options. And the post-modern mind distrusts most things organized or institutional. But as trendy as the idea of writing off the church may be, it’s a mistake."

My Husband Is Doing It Again!

"Well, he did it again. New place, same story. It’s not that I thought a new neighborhood would change his behavior, but I didn’t expect him to fall so easily into prior patterns."