By Kristen Rupp
Special to the Independent Tribune
My journey in fostering started with Curtis Michael Robert. Curtis was a bald baby boy. He had a plastic yellow pacifier that would squeak when you twisted it into his little mouth. He wore a green seersucker suit and I was in love with him before I even took him from the box. He was my very first Cabbage Patch Kid and he changed my life. I remember going to Toys-R-Us or Kay-Bee Toys as a child and pulling all the Cabbage Patch Kids off the shelf to see which ones had the dusty tops. I knew those were the children who had been waiting longest for a home. Those are the ones I wanted.