foster care

Saying Goodbye.

“I could never do that.”

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I’ll let you in on a little secret. I can’t do it either. I can’t take care of a child and fall in love with him/her, only to say goodbye. Not on my own strength anyway.

I know there will be different stages in this letting go process. Right now we’re in the logistics of transition. Figuring out how many outfits, which toys, books, blankets, etc. we will send with little one. Deciding what to pack these things in. Finishing up our part of little one’s life book. Making sure all the paperwork is organized. And I am thankful for all of this stuff taking up space in my brain. It distracts me, and also gives me a tiny feeling of control in a situation where I really have none.

I try not to worry.  I have no doubt little one will be loved and well cared for. But further down the line, when little one is trying to figure out who he/she is. Will the life book still be available with the drawings O. made for little one? Will our memories still be there for little one to read? Will little one know that he/she was so, SO loved by our little family? Will I remember how little one tucked his/her face into my neck to snuggle? What if I forget little ones squishy, rolly arms? How bath-time was our favorite time of day. What if I forget?

We believe with our whole hearts that God called us to this foster care journey. How could we do it otherwise? Sleepless nights, countless crying jags on everyone’s part, getting used to being a family of five. We’re the lucky one’s for having little one in our lives. But we do it for God, and we do it for little one. At the end of every day, and especially at the end of this first placement, it’s just not about us. It’s not about us. It’s not about us.

 

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It’s important to have a good sense of humor going into foster care. Lots of communicating and compromising needs to be done. It doesn’t need to go as we wish or planned, and our happiness doesn’t hinge on being in control. Don’t get me wrong, surrendering doesn’t come naturally for me. But with time, and many, many tears, surrender brings peace. Even though we knew soon after accepting this placement that permanency probably wouldn’t happen at our home, getting the call a few months ago that visits were beginning and home studies were approved was hard. After getting the call from the case worker I sat and cried, holding little one and letting reality set in. It’s been a few months of much joy and pain, but we feel ready to go through this transition. Fully believing it’s best for little one in the long run.

Along the way we’ve been completely honest with our two biological children, trying to answer their questions as best we could. Here are some of their comments:
“Little one is so lucky to have two mommies and daddies.” O

“Me see baby mamma and daddy.” E (he didn’t think it was fair that baby gets another set of parents, and it confused him for a little while)

“Does little one have a sister? Maybe I can be his/her only sister!” O         “Me too!” E

“Mama, Daddy, O and me have new baby!” E (a few weeks ago, after it finally sunk in that little one wasn’t staying with us permanently)

“I wish I was a foster kid, they get to have fun visits and toys to play with.” O

“Do you think we’ll have 99 foster children? Not at the same time but a few at a time?” O (I replied with wondering if my heart could handle it, but that God could give us strength.) “I could have a thousand foster children!” O

“Oh, I just love you so much!” O (overheard many, many times)

“Mom, you don’t need to tell baby that Jesus loves him/her. I tell little one every day.” O

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For now, each moment with little one is a treasure. We’re learning so much in saying goodbye.

Less of me.

I remember posting about organization and gardening. It feels like a whole lifetime ago. Before I get all angsty here, I’ll share a few changes from this past year:

Last March/April we started training for foster care through a wonderful Christian agency. We had foster care and adoption on our hearts since we were first married. Basically youths. Little babies, dreaming a big dream.

The Monday after our training ended, (our last class was CPR/First Aid on a Saturday) we were thrown into a new world. When I checked on E. he has having a seizure in his bed. It’s hard to think about what happened during the moments that followed. It’s been nearly a year, and with time the realness fades a bit. In a heartbeat… the sound of sirens, hearing songs or bible verses we clung to during that time… the memories come flooding back, nearly choking me. I know it’s partially PTSD from the trauma, but it’s also a way of healing. It’s real, and it’s hard. It’s therapeutic to share E.’s story these days. I’m following my heart in how much to share, and when to share. I hope to write more posts about all that happened to E.

In August, we resumed our foster care/adoption home study process. and fast forward 3 months we were certified for both and had our first placement. It’s been a wonderful experience so far. I hope to share more about this ever-changing journey of foster care. We’ve been learning so much about many aspects of foster care and adoption. There are many hard decisions to make, and often only minutes to an hour to make these life altering decisions. It’s a calling for me. I know I wouldn’t be able to do any of this on my own strength. God gives us the strength we need, through the Word, Prayer, Songs, and other people.

Both O. and E. started school last fall. O. is in Kindergarten, and loving it. She’s studious and hilarious at the same time. She has a refreshing perspective. E. started preschool in October. He’s receiving speech therapy there, as well as learning how to interact with other children. He loves his two days a week there. It’s hard for me to let go, to let them mature and become independent at their own pace. Sometimes it’s a bit delayed, and other times Mama bear holds on too tightly. This parenting thing is not for the faint of heart. I’m so thankful God pours his love and mercy into our lives, filling in gaps and leading us.

I’m hoping to share more this year as I have time, or let’s be honest…sleepless nights. 🙂

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What I’m reading: finally, but it’s taking me a looong time

What I’m listening to: Hillsong

What I’m watching: Part 2 of this heartbreak

Happy weekend, friends.