The Big Goodbye

Yesterday we had a home visit with our social worker about this long term placement, planning to expect these two children to be with us at least through the end of the year. Today one of them left us.

I got back to my phone at 3:00 after teaching all day to see dozens of missed calls, voicemails, and texts. DHR went to court today to talk to the judge about my boys. One of them had a relative come forward to take custody. 2 hours after receiving this news, he was gone. His (half) brother is giggling on the floor right now playing some ridiculous game with Rush. What will bedtime be like?

I’m sad. I miss him. I’m worried. How will he do transitioning to a new school? Mostly I’m thrilled. He was BEAMING when I told him where he was going. He couldn’t pack fast enough. He gave me lots of hugs and told me he loves me. He wanted to talk to my family members who have invested so much into him. We FaceTimed Isaac who said he was happy for him. He took his brand new Bible and the wolf stuffed animal I had given him. He bounded into the car with the woman from DHR and waved at us through the window with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on that kid’s face.

Worth it.

We Got Our Second Foster Care Placement Call (and said yes!)

One night last week, we received a very late call for an immediate need. This young child was understandably distraught when they got to our house. It was amazing how quickly he warmed up to our home and stole our hearts. The next morning, he was picked back up and placed over the weekend with his older brother. I missed him immediately. I missed him every day and thought of him and prayed for him. Monday, we were asked to keep him and his brother as an official placement!

Rush and I are now the foster parents of two boys, ages 5 and 7. We've had them nearly a week and it's been a whirlwind! Getting one to school, setting the other up in daycare. We spent two hours with them at Target on Tuesday trying to get the things they need. We're learning what foods they like (and don't!), their favorite colors, their favorite characters, how they play, how they sleep, what makes them laugh.

This weekend, we had planned to visit our families and so it was an out-of-town trip with the boys! They got to see the musical I directed with 80+ 3rd and 4th graders, met the four nephews plus our niece, and we all went swimming! I'm writing this from my mom's house on Sunday morning, as we decided to skip church. As well as things are going, some things are still hard. We chose not to navigate church on our first Sunday with them on Mother's Day, even knowing how supportive that church family would be.

I've gotten very used to saying the words, "I don't know." I don't know how long they will be with us. I don't know exactly why they are here. I don't know how or why or when things will change or stay the same. I tell them I wish I did. I hope things are changing for the better for those who need it. The goal for these children is for them to return to their family who they dearly miss and that is all what I want for them. They've taken up permanent residence in my heart as they occupy temporary residence in our home.

We Got Our First Foster Care Placement Call (and said no)

After the years of planning, the months of constantly emailing and reminding people that we are here, trying to help, we finally got licensed. I was so excited I actually sobbed. I’ve never cried that hard from being overjoyed before. When I called Rush to tell him he just kept saying “it’s okay” and later admitted he doesn’t know what to tell people when they cry because they’re happy. From what we understood, it was going to be a while before we got a real placement so I was not tied to my phone.

But then, on my second day of bed rest due to The Most Heinous Stomach Bug Ever, I got a call from that familiar number. Rush had come home early to care for his sickly wife so it was a strange moment of the two of us to being together at 1:56 on a Wednesday. I showed Rush the caller ID and answered it on speaker. Can we take some kids? My heart was pounding. Three boys? We had said no more than 2 for our first placement but I don’t care, this is all I’ve been dreaming of! Ages 12, 13, 16? We’ve always said we would take no children older than our marriage, so 7 and under at the moment, but whatever, yes, yes, yes! They gave us as many details as they had and said they’d call back in 20 minutes after we had time to discuss. Rush was level headed. I was not. We talked it out and made the right decision for everyone involved.

We did the right thing. I know we did. But I haven’t stopped thinking about those kids since. Where are they? Did they have to be separated? Is the family who said yes as excited to have children as we are? Would they have liked our pets? And their rooms? Would they have been happier with us? We did the right thing. We aren’t ready to be the parents of a person who can drive.

Still.