Nothing about fostering is easy.There was the child sitting in the backseat of my car who told me she wished I’d run over someone so I’d go to jail and she could live with someone else.There was the time I rocked a child sobbing from the deepest place inside him because he was now with me and not his mom. There was the time I dropped two little ones off at day care knowing they were moving to an adoptive home that evening and would no longer call me mommy. I walked out, trying to hold back the flood of emotion but failing.My husband and I have been foster parents for five years this week.