So tonight was our second visit with our boys but this time at our house instead of their temp fp’s home! They were so much fun! We made the biggest mess out of the toy room lol!!
So after more time with them and getting to know their individual personalities, I was finally able to come up with their blog names!
The youngest, age 2, is the cutest and tiniest little peanut!
So for him…. Little Bit
The middle, age 3, is the roughest and toughest little fighter. His fists are always ready for a rumble!
So for him…. Rocky
Now the oldest, age 4, was a tough one to name. He is very sensitive. He’s intelligent. Well mannered. He’s compassionate, not a fighter, even though he is protective over his brothers. But, he would rather cuddle with a book and put a puzzle together in silence than run around crazy with his rambunctious brothers.
So for him…. Dolphin
So I have been relatively quiet on here for a while. A lot of things were up in the air with our license. We were out of the loop for almost a month! Until the day I came home to our official license from DCFS in the mail. It felt like our life had finally begun!
Almost immediately we were approached by our Licensing Worker about a preadoptive sibling set. She didnt have much info besides the fact that they were biracial brothers ages 2, 3, & 4.
First off, you have to understand that hubby and I are dreamers. That’s both the beauty and the demise of us. We have excellent imaginations when it comes to our future and we can always dream up the best of the best, even if it seems irrational to everyone else. It’s just how we were made! So it only took us about 3 seconds to tell our worker YES!! Then began some more intense waiting and rearranging of the bedrooms as our worker tried to get a hold of their worker, and to no avail, the supervisor, until finally she came back to us with instructions to contact the current foster parents to arrange a day and time for us to meet our boys!
Last night was that night. We met our boys! And, yes, I say ‘Our’ because we both feel like they are already ours. They attached to us very quickly. They gave us snuggles and kisses and hugs. They wanted hubby to stay the night even! And despite what people told us, we went in with our whole heart unguarded and instantly fell in love with them.
Foster care/adoption is not easy. Plainly, foster care sucks! The whole thing is just aweful for everyone involved. Parents lose their babies, babies lose their parents, foster parents lose their minds!! Everyones life just gets so screwed up! But somehow, somewhere, love still remains. Some parents will fight with all they have to get their babies back. And some feel too defeated to even try. In the middle of the chaos lies a little life that still needs a home and the loving embrace of a mother and the gentle hands of a father. My hope for myself, being a foster parent, is that this will never be about what I want, but will completely be about putting families back together like God intended them to be.
Our own little family was ripped apart by miscarriages. And i truly feel like these boys are a gift to us from God to give back what the devil has stolen from us. I don’t know exactly when they will be able to come home to us, but one thing is definately for sure, hubby and I are ready! They were born in our unguarded hearts and we will continue to wait and pray for them everyday!
At 10 months old, I know you better than her. I’m with you 5 days a week, 10 hours a day. I know every inch of your body, every boo boo and owie better than she does. I know, because I was there. I kissed every bump and shook off every fall. I know each moment when you first learned something…
I have felt this before throughout my years in childcare!
It’s amazing how I could have so many “friends” but no real friends. I’m talking about the friends that call me, text me, or stop by just to say hi because they were thinking of me. The kind of friends that contact me to see how things are going, not just to ask me for something or because they need a favor. I hate that i’ve hit this realization yet again in my life. I have a couple hundred facebook ‘friends’, but not one single person that i feel that i can share my true feelings with. And when I feel this sense of loss and hopelessness that i feel today, its impossible to share these feelings with just anyone. There isn’t one person who is in my shoes right now, and this is such a lonely place to be