well, 2 weeks ago we said goodbye to our foster babies (#15 & #16). The homestudy that was taking forever on the only possible kinship placement was all of a sudden done & approved. We were leaving to go out of town 2 days later, so the caseworker wanted to move them before our trip. That evening Robbie & I worked hard getting all their belongings rounded up, getting their pictures off the computer, in order, on a disk, & some prints ordered. The next morning the CW decided that when I brought them to their visit I’d just leave them for her to take to their new home. WHEW!!it was a whirlwind of 23 hours.
I cried almost the entire way home after dropping them off, then let myself be a big bum that evening-sitting on the couch watching TV & eating too many cookies. The next morning I had to move on. I’d had my mourning time; now it was time to get the house put back to “normal” & finish packing the 5 of us for our 11 day trip. the problem is I can’t just pack our stuff. I have to over organize everything, clean the house so when we get home we’re walking into a wonderful clean home, & now I also had get all the baby stuff cleaned up & put in the attic. I didn’t want to come home to reminders that the babies were gone. The big kids were a huge help. I should’ve taken pictures of all the stuff they helped me do. They scrubbed the bumbo, 2 high chairs & 2 exersaucers. (they also clean the bathrooms, & do a pretty good job at it I must say!..now if I could just get them to clean the blinds for me…hmm…) Getting all the baby stuff cleaned, re-organized & put away is how I process saying goodbye. It helps me officially close their “chapter” of our fostering adventure & prepare for whatever placement we get next.
We’ll probably never hear any updates about them. I pray whenever they come to mind that in their new home they are happy, loved, & safe from parents who continue to make bad decisions. I pray they are mighty forces for the Lord as they grow up & that their time in foster care was not in vain.
The day after we dropped them off I was telling a friend they left. She looked at me kind of funny, & said “well, that’s a good thing! right?!” It caught me off guard, as no one’s really said that. & got me thinking. It is a good thing. even if the situation isn’t perfect & there are several things that worry me, it’s not up to me. I’m not in any sort of control over the situation. & it IS good when families can be reunited.
So now we’re waiting! I’m back to keeping my phone near me ALL the time & jumping when it rings. We actually did get a call about a placement a few days ago, but it was out of the boundaries we’ve agreed to take. Saying no stinks, but we’ve learned it’s better to wait for the right placement for our family. I’ve enjoyed these 4 days at home with just our family of 5. I’ve actually gotten a lot done, & have a good more to do…but I’m addicted to having foster babies around. Seriously, when people tell me over & over how wonderful of a thing it is that we’re doing by being foster parents, my 2 responses are: 1)It’s a wonderful gift God’s given us the desire & ability to do, 2)80% of fostering is me just wanting to have babies around. So it’s not purely an unselfish thing we do.
Ring phone, ring!!