So I don't really know where to start.
I guess I should start from the beginning of our fostering journey.
I have always felt that this was something that I was going to do.
I am not really sure why it just has always been a part of me.
Like a dream, but not, more real then that, like I knew it would happen.
In January, 2009, we decided to start looking into becoming foster parents.
I was so excited that all of our paperwork was completed in record time
and we were approved in March.
The wait for our first placement was short but hard.
Uncertainty was something that I have always been good at dealing with
But waiting for THAT phone call was excruciating.
Every time the phone rang I swear my heart skipped a beat.
And of course, three weeks after we were approved the called came and I missed it!
I tired to call back the second I got the message but it went straight to
voicemail.
Over and over I tried until I got a call from Micheal.
So I hung up and answered his call.
He had been talking to the lady from our agency all this time about a little boy.
My heart was not really prepared for this moment.
I wanted this so bad for so long and now here it was and I was flooded with emotions.
So many things entered my mind at that moment.
I was so happy that this little boy was coming to stay with us.
I also was so incredibly sad that there was a need for him to stay with us.
He was three about to be four.
His
parental rights had already been
terminated and he was legally free for adoption.
This was crazy because we said that we would be open to adopting but our
initial intention was to foster.
We decided to accept the placement.
The
DHS worker had been driving around our
neighborhood waiting for the lady from our agency to call her back
and let her know our decision.
The little boy had fallen
asleep in the back of her car as they had been
driving in circles.
When we meet her at our door she handed him to Micheal.
He was asleep on Micheal
shoulder so I could not see his face.
Micheal handed him to me and I walked him upstairs and took him to his room
His bed had looked so tiny before he came but as I
laid him down it was perfect for him.
I took a
step back.
I was then able to see his face.
Michael was standing
behind me and I started to cry.
He was perfect.
So peaceful and beautiful.
Then went and talked to the
DHS worker who brought him.
She had very little information to give us about his
background.
This is something that we had to piece together over time.
We went
though his clothes and took and
inventory of everything as he slept
peacefully in his bed.
The
DHS worker left and then the intake worker from our agency (who later became our caseworker) came.
We talked everything over with her for a while and then she left too.
It was just the three of us.
It was April 1st, 2009 when B came to us.
We have had so many interesting adventures since then.
I can wait to share some of our stories with you.
In the mean time would any one like to share their placement storys!!
I would love to hear them!!