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My journey kicked off in a whirlwind of chaos that would have made even the most seasoned adventurer dizzy. Picture this: I’m just a kid, trying to find my way in a world that felt more like a funhouse than a family-friendly amusement park. From an early age, I had to learn how to navigate what felt like an emotional obstacle course while juggling the ups and downs that came my way. My biological mom cared about us — I know she did. But her choices launched us on a rollercoaster ride that left me wishing for something more solid — a real family. 

Then, at the tender age of 9, I found myself landing in foster care. It felt like jumping straight into the deep end of a swimming pool without knowing how to swim. Exciting? Sure! Confusing? Absolutely. My mom had her challenges, which landed her in a place I couldn’t follow: prison. That was a plot twist I wasn’t exactly prepared for. But what I didn’t know back then was that this scary situation would lead me to meet my new foster parents. They were the game-changers who flipped my world upside down. Their kindness felt like a warm hug after a long, chilly day. And for the first time, I caught a glimpse of what real stability might look like. 

“Family” is a tricky word for me. Growing up, it felt defined by blood ties and shared genes. But my foster family opened my eyes to a different reality. They showed me that family could mean a whole lot more — like being surrounded by love, encouragement, and yes, even some tough love when I needed a little push. They created a safe space for me to be myself — something I had longed for way too long. 

But let’s be honest: the path wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Being a biracial girl in a predominantly white household and school came with its own set of challenges. It didn’t take long for me to realize just how different I was, especially when the bullying kicked in. I often felt like the odd one out, which led me to don my chameleon suit and blend in, adjusting myself to fit into whatever crowd I found. The problem? Each time I morphed into someone else, I lost a little piece of who I really was. 

I truly wish people would understand that kids in foster care carry a lot of hidden baggage. We’re often trying to carve our place in a world that can feel downright overwhelming … searching for love and acceptance amid the noise of insecurity and stigma. We’re not just products of our past; we’re survivors trying to find our voice and our light. 

Through all these challenges, I discovered an unexpected resilience buried deep inside me. I began to realize that my voice had power, especially when I stumbled upon my passion for public speaking. That passion became my fuel, leading me into a career in television and broadcasting. It wasn’t just a way to share my story. It became my lifeline, proving I could inspire others along the way. 

During this journey, I learned the importance of community. Family isn’t just about blood; it can be found in the friendships we build and the connections we nurture. My foster family taught me that love comes in a multitude of forms, reminding me it’s perfectly ok to embrace that beautiful variety. 

As I look back now, I can see how all those tough times shaped me into the person I am today. I can empathize with the struggles other kids face in foster care. But I also carry a message that healing and growth are possible … no matter how tangled your story might be. 

To anyone dealing with their own battles, let me tell you something crucial: it’s perfectly ok to ask for help. Your story is incredibly important, and it has the power to uplift not just you, but others as well. 

Understanding and compassion are key. Together, we can create a world where every child feels seen, heard and loved. If you’re in foster care or know someone navigating that space, always remember you’re not alone, your voice counts, and your journey can lead you to some amazing places. 

Let’s keep lifting up each other, creating a solid community where everyone feels like they belong. Family is what we make it, and I truly believe we can cultivate a space filled with warmth and hope for every child looking for their place in the world. We’re all in this together. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that together, we can make magic happen. 

I encourage anyone who wants to help children in foster care to support the Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption. You can help by following the Foundation on social media, sharing their resources, packing care kits for youth in still in foster care and even donating if you can! 

Thank you, Kayla, for sharing your story of resilience and hope, and helping to raise awareness to inspire more people to foster, adopt and explore other ways to help a child waiting for a family.  

Kayla Becker is a storyteller, broadcaster and survivor. At the age of 9, she was placed in foster care after enduring a challenging childhood marked by instability and uncertainty. Growing up as a biracial girl in Alabama, Kayla struggled with her identity and purpose, often feeling like an outsider. Despite the challenges she faced, Kayla discovered her voice through public speaking, competing in and winning numerous awards. Her determination led her to college on a full scholarship, where she pursued her passion for broadcast journalism. From 2016 to 2024, Kayla thrived as a lead broadcaster for WWE. Now, she is returning to her roots as a storyteller, sharing her life experiences in the hopes of resonating with others who have faced similar struggles.  

You can follow her on Instagram @kaylabecker or visit her website to learn more.