tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80468920952940402852024-03-19T09:09:25.177-07:00The Temporary MomThe life and times of a single foster mom who is trying to figure out how to love with no boundaries and parent without forever in mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-44163908365686234322014-08-24T15:56:00.000-07:002014-08-24T15:56:00.408-07:00Still hereI haven't kept up on updating this poor old blog because, quite simply, life in foster care can get depressing. It makes it somehow harder to process when I have to sit down and write it out in black and white. Then I have no buffer from my anger, hurt, frustration, and tiredness. A body in motion stays in motion but I think the same is true for your mind. A mind that doesn't stop and allow a repeat loop of thoughts is a happier one. So sitting down to only focus on foster updates tends to put my brain on an troubling path.<br />
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Let's hit the significant changes:<br />
1. "A" went to live with her bio-dad unexpectedly in June. No one, from DFCS to her dad, was expecting this but we got to a court date and the judge handed down his opinion that while she remains in foster care, she should do it in his home. It was not an easy transition and since then, we have very little contact with her because of the choices of her dad and stepmom. Half the time they don't even go to the visits with her mom. Simply put- they are attempting to keep a foster child without having anything to do with the foster life. How they get away with this I do not understand but I guess that is just one more advantage to being blood. You can not see your kid for three years but you are still their favorite option for a home, even if you don't follow any of the rules.<br />
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2. I have two new foster daughters, placed with me toward the end of June. They are actually the girls <a href="https://thetempmom.blogspot.com/b/post-preview?token=-AHeC0gBAAA.6t_bXOji77AvWSyV8KR3ew.OKEeU9FWyi6TOgmYQHdmFg&postId=2652029238572212202&type=POST" target="_blank">from this post</a>. Their former foster home was put under investigation and as of a few weeks ago, closed down for good. Both girls are up for adoption and tomorrow I have a conference call with a prospective couple interested in them. Life with three girls (ages 13, 12 and 11) has been fantastic but also exhausting. Going from one foster home to another, switching schools, living with a new parent, a new sibling, new friends, and a new schedule is a lot for kids to handle but these girls rolled with the punches and almost seamlessly transitioned into my home. I'm excited to see them land in a forever home and finally have the stability and family they deserve.<br />
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All four of us ended up going for a week's vacation to Michigan, getting back last Saturday. I had this planned for months and was always expecting "H" to come with me but I was scared spitless to imagine taking three kids on my own. Turned out to be a perfect vacation and incredibly easy. I'm not saying I wasn't tired and that driving with three kids from Georgia to Michigan was without challenges but what is life without a little flavor? Here is my secret for a happy roadtrip: Schedule every hour. I am completely serious, I had every single hour of that 12 hour trip planned out and because of that alone, we had no drama or "I'm bored" or even an "Are we there yet?" They knew what time we were planning to arrive and I gave them updates periodically when we got within a few hours of arriving.<br /><br />Here is what our roadtrip schedule looked like:<br />6:00-8:00am Sleep (keep them up late the night before, leave at dark, bring pillows)<br />
8:00-9:30am Music (radio, CD's, iPod- sometimes letting each person pick a song or station)<br />
9:30-10:00am Breakfast (road snacks and bottled OJ)<br />
10:00-11:00am Coloring/drawing<br />
11:00-12:00pm Book on tape (Adventures in Odyssey, Jungle Jam and Friends, etc.)<br />
12:00-1:00pm Lunch/gas/restroom break/chatting<br />
1:00-2:00pm Road games<br />
2:00-3:00pm Reading (I made it a requirement that in order to watch a movie, you had to read a book, the other option was to nap)<br />
3:00-6:00pm Movies (I had a mini-laptop, portable dvd player, and a iPod with tv episodes)<br />
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I had a rule of no bathroom breaks except when we got gas and I only packed enough food for actual meals- no snacks. This kept everyone from drinking liquids and kept the car less messy.<br />
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On our way back we hit horrible weather, road construction, and an hour long traffic jam so our 12 hour trip became an almost 14 hour one. I added in another hour of reading and stretched out the book on tape hour.<br />
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Anyway, it wasn't nearly as horrible as I was mentally preparing myself for. We had a lot of fun visiting with my Michigan friends and family. The girls loved that they got to swim every single day.<br />
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This week back was horrible though. We started school Monday and I ended up at the doctor's with an allergic reaction (something I've never experienced before) and one of the girl's had an ear infection that we went to the doctor for. Then we had DFCS appointments, visitations, church programs starting, a birthday party, and the younger two went yesterday for their last visit with the former foster mom. It was an incredibly long and draining week. Here's hoping for a better life this week. Although the calendar is just as full.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-30539533368771410612014-04-23T06:33:00.000-07:002014-04-23T06:33:15.600-07:00UpdatesI wish that I had the energy to post more updates as so many things keep happening. But I choose to get those extra minutes of sleep instead of blogging after the girls go to bed.<br />
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Here are a few things that we have been up to:<br />
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1. Visits with mom and A's dad were scheduled for once a week, for two hours each, back to back. Some visits were rocky, others were great. I am very thankful that we have a local place that hosts these visits with supervisors that take great notes as I had to contact them about a fight that A had with her mom that resulted in her spending the whole two hours not talking to her. We worked it out at home but so much anger is simmering in this little girl toward her mom. H is more pragmatic (and willing to believe her mom) than A is so while she has anger, her natural desire to see the best in her mom keeps her from expressing that anger. Which is good and bad.<br />
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2. We went out of state for Easter to visit some of my family. That was a doozy of a trip since when we were an hour away from our destination I got a phone call that someone at the visit the night before noticed A scratching her head and suggested I check her for lice. So I did and sure enough- those little buggers were back. Which is crazy since I had checked her four days before (as a precaution) and didn't find anything! So we spent the weekend dealing with that. Oh the joys of having a kid in school.<br />
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3. Since my last update we have had:<br />
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<li>Court date (that we missed due to transportation issues with the CW)</li>
<li>Went to the funeral of the girls step-great grandmother. That is another whole post...</li>
<li>Visit with my RD</li>
<li>Visit with one of CW who is helping with the girls case</li>
<li>Visit with the girls main CW</li>
<li>Assessment from Georgia Hope (a state agency that determines if counseling or therapy is needed) </li>
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<li>Dentist visit</li>
<li>Educational assessment (to determine if tutoring or special ed action is needed)</li>
<li>Another court date</li>
<li>Weekly visitations with mom</li>
<li>Arranging and supporting unsupervised visits with A's dad</li>
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4. Yes, A's dad got moved from supervised to unsupervised visits as of yesterday. Saturday is the first day she will spend with them on her own. I am nervous and excited for her to have this opportunity which is a first in 3+ years.</div>
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5. Both girls have their CRCT's upcoming and I am praying they pass. I don't care how low they get, as long as they pass their grade I will be a proud foster mom.</div>
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At the next court date I've arranged to have our CW request a private meeting with the judge so the girls can tell him where they want to live. They both know that they have multiple options and I feel very strongly that they should also know that they have a right to be heard. At this point, neither one seems inclined to choose mom but rather A has the option to live with her bio-dad and H may choose her step-grandparents. Or they both may say that want to stay with me as that has been a reoccurring conversation where they both express they would rather stay "in the middle" than choose somewhere else. I think they both are so tired of moving and losing everything that goes with moving that they just want to stay where they are for awhile. I tell them that they are welcome to stay as long as they want but I also encourage them to at least keep thinking about their options. </div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Just to take Him at His word;</span></i></div>
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<i>How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er,</i></div>
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<i>Jesus, Jesus, Precious Jesus!</i></div>
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<i>O for grace to trust Him more.</i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O how sweet to trust in Jesus,</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Just to trust His cleansing blood;</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Just in simple faith to plunge me,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Just from sin and self to cease;</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Just from Jesus simply taking</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">And I know that Thou art with me</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wilt be with me to the end.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.440000534057617px;">One of my favorite times is when right before I tuck A in for the night, we study her Awana verses. We sit on the bed together and work on learning one verse each time from her T&T book. I tell her where to find it and she looks it up in her Bible and reads it from there. We talk about what that verse means and do little memory games to help her learn it. She is amazing at memorization so the whole process is maybe 10 minutes long but it is a very sweet, quiet moment that I love.</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333015441895px; line-height: 19.440000534057617px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br /></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-80840659386789628282014-03-25T08:37:00.000-07:002014-03-25T08:37:20.266-07:00How I Met Your Mother<div id="yiv4913104153yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1395757729878_2774">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We walked into our team meeting last Wednesday and there she was. The woman I had only seen in a bad quality Facebook picture. The woman who is the mother to my kids. The person I have been dying to meet since I met these wonderful ladies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And she wouldn't even look at me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here is a bit of my background getting into foster care: I was a nanny for quite a few years so the concept of raising a child in tangent with their actual parents is completely normal to me. I am just as passionate about bringing together families as I am about being the home for kids who need me. So to have this woman that I so badly wanted to talk with to start the process of working together as a team ignore me completely was rough. I tried to introduce myself and she turned her back. I tried to speak with her after the meeting to get her number and she wouldn't acknowledge me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I admit, I was naive and wasn't prepared for that reaction. I was expecting hostility, or scrutiny, or even curiosity but to be frozen out? Not even on my radar. After all, if your kids were living with someone else, wouldn't you want to have a conversation with that person? I'm not taking it personally, I know she is dealing with a lot of emotions right now and none of them will be positive toward me- but I am anxious to get her involved again with the girls.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think if I had been told she was coming to the meeting I could have been more prepared (and most definitely prepared the girls) but even though I talked repeatedly with more than one DFCS worker who attended the meeting, I was never told she would be there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not going to discuss the specifics of what went on in that meeting. Suffice it to say- the girls are with me for a minimum of 6 months. Visitation will be set up among multiple parents with the suggestion that we also keep the grandparents in contact. Counseling for both girls was recommended and I have the phone number for the mother. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The strangest part was the girls reaction though. When we got done, neither of them asked when they would see their mom again or anything like that. I've been waiting this whole week to be asked if they can call their mom but they have said NOTHING. We got together with A's dad last Saturday which was good but when I asked A if she wanted to call her dad last night as we were snuggling on the couch- she didn't want to! He called us so I asked her to at least return his phone call. She proceeded to call him and literally say "Hi. Bye. Goodnight" and hung up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So instead of dealing with how much contact to allow the various family members- I'm left worrying about how to encourage the girls to WANT to communicate when they seem to have no interest in doing so. At the very least, because no visitation has been arranged with their mom yet, they will be calling her tonight to check in. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-45558120881739786082014-03-21T05:53:00.000-07:002014-03-21T05:53:19.827-07:00"I could never be a foster parent"<div id="yiv6054694704yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1395316476292_2529">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The number one phrase people use when finding out I'm a foster parent. Its like they immediately feel guilty for not taking in kids so need to tell me why they couldn't. I'm not entirely sure why this reaction is so common. So here are a few suggestions to hand out to folks when that phrase strikes.... because my motto is to get them when they are weak ;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Donate items to your local foster parent association group. Clothes, books, toys, baby supplies, games, school supplies, and sports equipment are all expensive items when you are starting from scratch. Most foster parents keep a stash on hand of these items for all their approved ages but most will still jump at the chance to fill in the holes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Create intake baskets. These will be given to kids the night they are taken away from their homes. Sheriff offices, DFCS offices, and the foster home could all use them. They are filled with practical items like a toothbrush, a comb, a blanket, stuffed animal, socks, and a snack/juice box. These are all comfort items for the kids, they seem so simple but can make a huge difference in that first night/day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Be a backup babysitter. This isn't as simple as it seems- it takes work! You need to be fingerprinted and background checked with DFCS. Finding friends who are willing to make the effort to get that done is HARD! Don't wait for the foster parent to ask you.... go find them and tell them you want to be their backup when you can. Eternal gratitude is your's my friend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Be part of our community. Being a foster parent is a lot like entering a very isolated club, there are so many rules and the lifestyle is different from a "normal" family dynamic that many times you feel like you're in this on your own. The more people who make the effort to get involved in our kids lives, support us as parents, even stay in touch with the details of the case (as much as the laws will allow us to share anyway) are all ways to help bridge the gap and keep foster families surrounded by a community of support. That alone makes a huge difference.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. Be patient with us. Did you know that none of our kids can have sleepovers unless it is at another foster parent's house? That we can have anywhere from 1-3 appointments per week (per child!) that DFCS requires? That we have a handbook 2 inches thick of rules and regulations concerning our kids? That we sit in a hallway at juvenile court for 6 hours without ever actually going in and have to keep the kids quiet in chairs the whole time? That before our kids get haircuts we have to get the parents permission through our case worker? That we have to get permission to go on any trips with at least 2 weeks advance notice? That case workers can call that day and say they need to come inspect our house but then show up an hour late and we can't do anything about that? None of these things are me complaining about the system- they are just a fact of life in a foster home but we need our community to understand that life with us takes patience and understanding. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here is my fail for the week: someone donated two bikes for the girls to have. They have been sitting at my church since Tuesday morning but have we found a way to get there yet? No. First up I have to borrow a bigger vehicle to get them and then this week every single night we've had plans. It's looking like it will be Saturday night before we can get over there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Monday:</u></b> Work, school, go home and make dinner, A's track practice from 6-7:30</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_22" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Tuesday:</u></b> Work, school, dinner, and have the RD over for her monthly visit (who shows up an hour late). The RD is someone from DFCS who only works for the foster parent and has nothing to do with the girls case. So she basically asks me a bunch of questions of how I'm doing, notes my concerns, promises to look into the questions I have, checks that my house is still safe and then leaves. I won't hear from her for another month or two.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_27" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Wednesday:</u></b> Work, school, pick up girls and race to the DFCS office for a Family Menders meeting, AWANA at Church</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_32" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><b>Thursday:</b></u> Work, school, dinner, then head to A's school for a family open house event. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_37" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Friday:</u></b> Work, school, dinner/visit with brothers</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_42" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><u>Saturday:</u></b> 8am-1pm is A's first track meet. Chores to get the house/yard back to "beauty base zero". Grocery shopping and then girls play outside with friends until dark. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_47" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the midst of this schedule is lots of phone calls, emails, and the occasional text to the various DFCS workers. Along with the normal things like homework, laundry, dishes, and making sure we sit down at the table at least 2-3 nights a week and enjoy dinner together. We only watch TV on the weekends and neither of the girls have been allowed on the computer yet (or have a phone) so we live a mostly unplugged life but it still takes a concentrated effort to get our schedule to align with enough time to eat dinner together. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_52" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The girls head to their rooms at 8:00pm every night for "reading time" which is basically ends up with Ana picking out her outfit for the next day and H listens to music while reading her cookbooks (the only book she actually enjoys reading) while I lay out backpacks, pack up snacks for the next day, finish the dishes or watch an episode of Gilmore Girls. 8:30 is lights out for the girls and I am in bed by 9:30 most nights. Then we wake up at 6:15am the next morning and do it all over again.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br id="yiv9787350414yui_3_13_0_ym1_7_1395232733173_56" /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eventually our schedule will need to expand to fit in visits with A's family, the bio mom, possibly grandparents, and also counseling sessions. Also dentist appointments, eye exams, and a possible visit to the chiropractor for H. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Next up will be a blog post called "How I Met Your Mother"... you can guess what that will be about.</i></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-3996409062775366912014-03-17T18:23:00.001-07:002014-03-17T18:23:19.163-07:00"Would you keep us if you could?"<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">5 minutes before bed time last night, H is brushing her teeth, and I'm on my computer catching up on emails. Then I hear the chatter stop between her and A. Next I hear the scariest words of foster parenting from H.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I immediately turned around and waited for her to come into my room, then I asked her if she meant adoption. She said yes and in my heart, I cried. I wasn't ready for this question, we have talked over the past few weeks about all the options facing them and who they could end up with. They both know there is a strong possibility that they will be split and each go their own ways, with different relatives. Most of our conversations have been positive about those scenarios.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then A pops into the room and waits for me to answer. My brain is rushing and I'm working to find both the truth and the gentleness this conversation needs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">See, I'm not an adoption home. My heart is fostering. My focus is getting kids to go back home or have a new home to stay forever. I'm 26 years old and single, not a prime candidate to adopt a 13 and 10 year old. I already love these girls, there is no doubt in my mind that I could easily see us all staying together, them growing up and me cheering them on. But is that what they need? A woman who is too young to be a "real" mom for them, whose heart has never even dreamed of giving up fostering for adoption? And I can't even imagine the pain of being given to someone else. I mean, I get that their mom messed up bad, but she is paying for that, and I truly desire that she is given the opportunity to clean herself up and turn it around. Its what I would want if I was in her shoes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So I told the truth. I said that if I knew that it was the best thing for them, that I would want to adopt them. But at this point, it wasn't the best thing. A's dad wants her. H's mom still has a chance. Being raised by their parents who love them but aren't perfect is still what is best for them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The end result was H saying that she would want her mom to get the house across the street that is for sale so she could stay here. Then A pipes in that she wants that also so she can keep "her really awesome room" at which point I gently reminded her that her dad wants her to live with him. Then she reminded me that she is still thinking about that and we all had a good laugh at her using my own words against me. That is my phrase for her "Just keep thinking about it. Don't say yes, don't say no, until you are surely for sure"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We all enjoyed waking up late and then sitting on the couch drinking coffee (me), chocolate milk (H) and orange juice (A) with each other. Spending time with my girls in those quiet, easy moments is quickly becoming one of my favorite things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Last night I let the girls scarf down dinner and run out to the neighborhood to play. I have been so blessed to live in a subdivision that is safe (its a big circle in the country so no worries about not knowing where they are) and they both have found friends that go to their schools that live down the road. So they headed out around 5pm and came back around 8pm. Which gave me some down time to enjoy watching a tv show as I did laundry and dishes. Then I shamelessly just sat there and enjoyed a break before A came in with scraped up hands and after cleaning her up, we snuggled together with a show she picked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>For the Safety Police reading this: Yes, I knew where they were (I could look out my window and see them in the neighbors yard) and I knew who their friends were as well as laying down two ground rules: 1. No going into anyone's house that I have not personally met the parents and 2. Stay out of people's yards that you don't know. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm glad that they are getting a chance of an actual childhood. Even more that they can have the freedom to go out and play all afternoon. Remember what that is like? So few kids in this generation will get those memories. I'm hopeful to find some good used bikes in the future for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now today we've done laundry, cleaned the house and H volunteered to clean out the front flower bed. We've opened the windows, turned the radio on, and generally have been loving being at home. Next up is grocery shopping, bathing suit shopping (for A only, my wonderful SIL already took H shopping and found an awesome one), and a movie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Only foster updates are that A is now talking to her bio-dad's family every few days and this morning I sat down with the girls and got the information for every family member they could think of. It will all go in my Foster Binder- more on that in my next post.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-57959563331675399592014-03-13T18:17:00.001-07:002014-03-13T18:17:21.359-07:00Court date (aka the miserable, horrible, no good, very bad day)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Court. Ugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I would rather have a dentist cleaning, an gynecological appointment, and a bunch of shots all on the same day than go to court again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Basically it is being there at 9am, sitting till 2:30 then being told you can go home. Not being allowed in the room, not being told what it was for, and not in any way contributing to the process. Now imagine that with four kids, two foster parents, and some of the family of said foster children. It. Was. Miserable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The worst part? I get to do it again in April. And then each month thereafter until Jesus comes back and takes me to a home without the juvenile court system.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The best/worst part was that A's dad, his girlfriend, and his parents showed up. First time he has seen her in 3 years. And of course he goes right into telling me how he wants her to come home, that he just didn't know where she was and couldn't keep track of her. And wanting to know where I live, who I am and exchange phone numbers. Being a first-timer to meeting "the family", I froze. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be giving my information out and my thought process was something like this: <i>they could come to the house unexpected! They could try to get her from school! They could call me and harass us!</i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sure I might seem paranoid and judgmental but all of those things are very real possibilities when you are responsible for someone's child and they are not happy about it. I ended up telling them the city I lived in and that we would call them if they gave us their phone number. It gave me some space to think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At the end of the day, A's dad gets visitation rights. I'm supposed to be getting a call from a local business that facilitates the meetings between kids and their family. I'm trying to be positive about this (and with her) but my heart breaks to think of sending A to his home and leaving H on her own. They don't get it yet as they are still in the stages of sisterly rivalry, but they need each other. And if A goes with her dad, they won't grow up together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Update on the trauma assessment <a href="http://thetempmom.blogspot.com/2014/03/one-week-mark.html" target="_blank">mentioned in this post</a>.</b> It was wonderful! We had a great lady (K I shall refer to her as) who sat down with us and for an hour, just got background information, filled in the timeline and generally talked about the girls family life. She also called me tonight </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and we have another family meeting scheduled for next week. I asked her who would be there and I had to be the one to inform her that A's dad came out of the woodwork and he should probably be called. She thought he was in jail! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Side update:</b> I finally harassed our worker into getting a hold of H's birth certificate and social security card so we could get an official date of birth and last name. DFCS had the wrong last name, wrong birth date, and likely the wrong middle name as well. So now I need to redo all the school paperwork. I'm just so glad I can tell H for 100% certain those rather important pieces of information.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I keep feeling overwhelmingly tired at the end of each day. The kids are asleep by 9pm and before they came, I was going to bed between 10-11pm. Now I hit the pillow at 9 and don't wake up until my alarm goes off at 6:15am. Is this just an adjustment period of going from single to motherhood so quickly?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-69692391869137844492014-03-04T18:23:00.001-08:002014-03-04T18:23:49.311-08:00I feel like a mom when...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've done dishes, made snacks, gotten both kids to school, dropped clothes off at the donation center, picked up dry cleaning, and made it to work all before 8:00am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As a side note: 6th grade math is still completely useless. I help H with her homework and none of it yet is applicable to life. I think the better lesson for today was when I had her use the local grocery flyer to circle items she wanted to get and then total up how much it all would cost. When she got done I asked her to figure out how many meals we could get out of that list. Both girls have an issue with not understanding need vs cost vs budget so I'm working slowly on introducing ideas of money management.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-68225304909184264292014-03-01T18:19:00.000-08:002014-03-01T18:19:09.315-08:00One Week MarkIt seems like its been both longer and shorter than a whole week since H and A were placed with me. We've all finally gotten into a routine and figured each other out. Now we are at the fun stage of learning to balance everyone's own personalities and expectations.<br />
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I got a call tonight to set up an appointment to have someone come over and do a trauma assessment. I have no idea what this is and was not even aware that this was expected so getting the phone call this afternoon threw me a little. So pray for the girls tomorrow afternoon as they tell yet another DFCS person their story. So far none of the workers have held even close to a normal conversation with the girls so they aren't exactly warming up to meeting new people in the system. Heck, they don't even bother to learn their names because they know that they don't need to.<br />
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We got H's room all set up today. Previously she was using the (very nice) queen blow up bed and also had the crib in her room. Today I disassembled the crib, borrowed a twin bed from my parents, and put the blow up bed away. It is officially her room now.<br />
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Last night we ended up with a neighbor girl spending the night. On the one hand, I am so thankful they have someone next door to be friends with, on the other it basically means that I have another 13 year old living with us half the time. She's had dinner with us twice already and possibly is going to church with us tomorrow. At this point, I'm glad my parents raised me to be "the more the merrier" attitude =)<br />
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Also, just to prove how wacky your life as a foster kid can be- I had to tell H that not only was she using the wrong last name her whole life, she also is not 13 like her mom told her, she is 14 according to her birth records. She took it well but now she is two years behind in school and I feel like I need to contact the guidance counselor at her school and see if there is anyway we can get her up to at least only a year behind. Tutoring, summer school, working at home more intensely. There has got to be a way to get her back on track. But I guess that all depends on how long she will even be with me.<br />
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On another note: I am seriously struggling with deciding if I should let H have access to her Facebook page. I got the official go-ahead from the worker but I see all the pitfalls. Being in contact with her birth family, giving out information that DFCS says isn't allowed, and then just all the normal issues with teens and social media. Am I ready to handle monitoring it? Is she ready to be so restricted on what she can/can't do? Will it place an unnecessary strain on our relationship? I see all those sides. But I also see the good in it too. I see a girl who left behind a lot of friends that she wants to keep in touch with. Who wants to connect online with the new friends she is making and to keep one part of her previous life. I'm just stuck on what it being a good parent looks like in this situation. Any thoughts?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-20154550512811250762014-02-27T19:04:00.002-08:002014-02-27T19:04:54.177-08:005 days in<i><b>*I'm going to refer to the girls as H (13 year old) and A (10 year old) on the blog from now on*</b></i><br />
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We're all still alive and well! It has been quite the roller coaster ride going from a single girl to an instant mom of a teen and preteen.<br />
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The biggest challenge has been figuring out the foster care system. Here are a few lessons I've learned:<br />
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1. Don't trust your worker to get things done. The girls would have started school on Tuesday if I had handled enrolling them from the get go. Because I relied on the word of the worker that she would "take care of it" they missed a day of school and my mom had to come to our rescue and stayed with them all day Tuesday. After that fail, I took over the process myself and they had their first day on Wednesday. They both have already made friends and we found out that the neighbor girl next door is the exact age of H and they share the same bus. She has already come over for an hour tonight to hang out with us and I see a great friendship blooming. H is a year behind in school so they aren't in the same grade but I imagine this won't be an issue. A already brought home the names/numbers of three girls in her class who are her "best friends" so I would say all in all, their transition to school has been positive.<br />
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2. Be persistent. I've left two voice mails and sent two emails to the girls worker. None of which were acknowledged or returned. I ended up texting her late last night with "A is going on a field trip on Friday unless you tell me its a problem" and miraculously, she answered that one. Their worker is very nice but probably overwhelmed so I'm trying to remember that the system moves in its own time and to just text if there is an immediate issue I need a response for.<br />
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3. Dentist are not working mothers. If they were, they would be open on Saturday's and stay open past 5pm.<br />
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4. Lice kits should always be kept on hand for any new placements. This is a story for another time though.<br />
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As a side note: My parents are amazing. When I picked up A from school today the first thing she wanted to know was if she could call my mom and invite her to come on the Friday field trip. Those two have instantly bonded and it makes me glad they had that extra day together on Tuesday, even if I couldn't see it at the time, that one day was a huge blessing since it solidified their relationship with my mom in a great way for both the girls.<br />
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On Monday we have our team meeting, which doesn't involve any family members (which is rare) since they are either incarcerated or missing. So I imagine it won't be too complicated. I still have to find time to call and set up appointments for the doctor, dentist and an eye exam. And of course there is that pesky problem of finding time to actually go to those places...<br />
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My bank account is waving the white flag as in the past 5 days it has been kept busy trying to build two whole wardrobes and keeping 2 extra stomachs full but I just keep going to work and tell myself that this is the whole point of having a job.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-81971260156167337932014-02-23T05:00:00.000-08:002014-02-23T05:00:17.235-08:00First placement arrivedGot the call at 8:30 tonight asking if I would take two girls, ages 10 and 13. The girls were asleep at the locals sheriffs office and their two brothers had already been brought to a home. I said yes even though these are not the ages I was ready for or even wanted. I may regret this later but how do you say no?<br />
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The girls are both very sweet and kind. We had to run to walmart for clothes and lice kits at 10:00pm so that was a hoot. Currently they are showering off the lice shampoo and then we get to use the special comb. All of us are tired, the girls didn't get any sleep the night before as apparently they were homeless and sleeping in the car because their mom "was so worried and afraid". And kept them awake all night.<br />
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The oldest girl is a talker and completely at ease with the situation. The younger one is quieter and walks on eggshells. Mainly the younger one is worried about her mom, they didn't tell the girls where she is.<br />
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The initial court date is Monday afternoon and I was told to not send the girls to school so I'm working on figuring out the logistics of that. I'm not expecting them to stay past a few weeks as the worker who placed them with me said she is opening homes soon that they could get moved to.<br />
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Since it's almost midnight, The combing might be cut short and we will deal with the lice extermination more tomorrow. The girls are just so tired.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-57948671770663113942014-02-05T18:09:00.000-08:002014-02-05T18:09:50.317-08:00Being stonewalled<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I'm afraid that my update isn't exactly happy news. Basically, I'm getting a lot of respite care placements but when I talk to Merryweather, I get a very strange feeling that she will never willingly use me as a full time home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This could be for multiple reasons- she already doesn't really like that I'm young, single, and don't have adoption in mind. She loves me for respite care but already made the statement (on accident) that I "won't be getting any kids" at least for the next few months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To top off that feeling, I had another foster mom tell me she got a call this week for a placement of a 2 year old girl and when they had to turn it down, thought that the next person on the list would be me. Yeah no. Didn't happen. Because she is in my county but gets a different person to work with, she said next time she'll mention my name to see if this other RD worker even knows I exist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I'm feeling discouraged but at the same time open minded. This vibe I get could be all for nothing. Merryweather is very spacey so it could just be that I'm not the name that pops into her head when she has a placement or it could be that there hasn't been children that she feels would be a good fit for me yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the upside- I'm doing respite care for three kids this weekend. A 5 month old, 5 year old, and 7 year old. I'm terrified.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-7032877457694212902013-11-18T05:43:00.000-08:002013-11-18T05:43:34.364-08:00Boys are wonderful... and most definitely not for me!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My 24 hour respite care placement was exciting. And fun. And tiring. And 1000% convinced me that I was on the mark to know that I can only do girls in my home. I simply don't have the space or the energy levels to keep up with boys. I would take girl drama over boy energy any day.<br />
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But all the kids were good kids so it was still a fun experience. I ended up dropping off the kids on Saturday night and then rushing to a last minute required CPR/First Aid class of which I was the only person there so I got an abbreviated version. Because I had done the training so many times over the years they basically asked me all the review questions, I showed them my CPR technique on the adult and baby mannequins, and then we all sat around chatting as the couple doing the training happened to be the same ones who did my home study.<br />
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Also, my original RD worker who I did my IMPACT training with was there at the beginning and we chatted for a few minutes. This is the woman who I was DYING to have as my official RD worker but she was in a different county so couldn't take me :( Anyway, she remembered me, we chatted for awhile, and the couple who did my home study told her that she HAD to find me kids because I was so great (!) and she said that we would read through my study and "keep her eye out" for a placement. That was encouraging since more than a few people told me that if Flora (her blog name) was on my side then I was golden.<br />
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So all in all, a good weekend of progress.<br />
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I also had my local Foster Parent Association meeting on Thursday night. It was so awesome to just hang out and talk with other FP's and get their take. I'm the newbie so everyone just laughs at my enthusiasm and naivete but not in a mean way and I totally understand their reaction. I'm just enjoying this time of being able to be optimistic about this life. I know that all too soon my optimism will be replaced with disillusion and frustration. ;)<br />
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Of course I said yes. My home isn't open for boys for any long term placement but a weekend I can handle. Hopefully they like Barbies and dollhouses because that is all my house currently offers in the way of toys ;)<br />
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I'm already thinking their blog names should be from the characters of Brave. They sound like their personalities would fit from the little I got out of their social worker.<br />
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I'm starting to worry that I won't ever get an actual placement since they might want to have me just do respite care. Goodness knows there aren't enough homes that are willing (or able) to do such temporary care but I admit, I don't want to just to that. Not sure how I need to handle this. It might just be having an honest conversation with my worker or just saying "no" to the next request.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-40036886805585042892013-11-05T09:08:00.000-08:002013-11-18T05:44:10.044-08:00Another call, more waitingI got a call last week from Merryweather (aka my social worker) who wanted to check in with me and see how I liked my respite care placement. That was kind of a strange question but I guess being my first official placement (even if it only was for 2 days) she wanted to confirm that I still wanted to do this.<br />
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Anyway, we chatted a bit, and then she said something along the lines of "we have a child in mind for you but its too early for me to give you details yet"<br />
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This was my response:<br />
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So I'm still playing the waiting game. But my life is so busy currently that I'm not disappointed to not have a placement yet, its just like waiting for Christmas- its something you want and look forward to but half the fun is the preparation as well as the anticipation. I could soak in a few more weeks of solo life before my world implodes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-89436648641505056912013-10-12T05:55:00.002-07:002013-10-12T05:55:58.892-07:00Respite Care: Day 1<i>I'm going to start using fake names on this blog. The first fake name you get is of the super cool and really nice social worker who worked out this respite care gig. The name of said person will now be John Smith on this blog.</i><br />
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John Smith comes to the door to make sure its the correct house and then brings kids inside, I say hi and confirm names. He gives me their foster mom's cell phone and leaves. Cue two girls and me staring at each other.<br />
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<i>Side note: the girls names on this blog shall now be Elsa (age 11) and Anna (age 10). And yes, all of the names I choose will be Disney names, so their names are taken in honor of the up coming movie Frozen. I'm a total Disney nerd. Sue me.</i><br />
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The girls made it very easy for me. Elsa is quieter and more watchful, Anna is outgoing, talkative and curious. They picked out a room to stay in and then I gave them a quick tour. I found out they both had medications they have to take which made me a bit wary since I wasn't told about this and they pound into you during training that you have to get permission to use anything (tylenol, peptobismol, etc.) so that threw me for a loop.<br />
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Then I had to ask them what they could eat after learning they are supposed to eat gluten free. And I'm a vegetarian. Basically most of what I had to offer wasn't going to fly. So we packed up and headed to the grocery store to get food. They were very good but incredibly talkative and in the space of 45 minutes I learned the names of crushes, friends, insights about their school, what they love to do and a bunch of other random stuff.<br />
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At one point Anna out of no where says "There is this boy that lives by me and I have a crush on him"<br />
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Not quite sure how to respond I asked why she had a crush on him and to that she said because he was cute. Then I said "Cute is good but is he kind? Because cuteness won't matter when they open their mouth"<br />
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To this both girls cracked up with laughter and we changed the subject. Ahhhhhh the importance of things when you're a tween. Its a good age to be.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-51888096821665718782013-10-08T05:09:00.000-07:002013-10-08T05:09:25.169-07:00The Least of These <div class="tr_bq">
I follow the Fostering Hope Project blog. I don't think there is single entry that doesn't remind me of why I chose to be on this journey. But this one especially spoke to my heart. I can't even say how much I am praying that my church will catch the heart for foster kids in the years to come and be a light in kids live and the community through supporting this ministry.</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.fosteringhopeproject.org/2012/03/30/the-least-of-these/" target="_blank">Read the original post here and check out the other ones also!</a></b><br />
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<i>THE MEETING HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE SECOND FLOOR. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>The handwritten sign was taped to the wall.</i><i><br /></i><i>Voices echoed from the conference room, then laughter and crying. Curious, I peered through the glass door, wondering what occasion had displaced my schedule. The big conference table that normally occupied the center of the room had been scooted over against the wall. A few kids were sitting by it, coloring. Others were running around the room, kicking a ball. A couple were sitting on the floor, crying giant crocodile tears. I stepped closer. Air mattresses and cots lined the wall. What in the world was going on? This looked more like a slumber party than a board room. Or perhaps a shelter, like the kind you see on TV when there has been a hurricane.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>A shelter. For kids who have no where else to stay. For kids in foster care. “There are no open foster homes, and all the actual shelter buildings are full. This is the shelter overflow,” I was told. My mind jumped to another story of a child with nowhere to stay.</i><i><br /></i><i><u>“She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.” Luke 2:7 (NLT)</u></i> </blockquote>
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One of the things most people bemoan about working in any capacity with the government is the paperwork required and the red tape to get through. Foster parenting has been no different but the thing is- I LOVE ALL THIS PAPERWORK! It seems crazy but every step that is taken to preserve the security and safety of children in foster care is A-ok in my book.<br />
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Case in point- my parents have to get finger printed and background checked on the off chance they may need/want to have my foster kids with them for a few hours. Luckily for me, I have rock star parents and they jumped on board with having to go through this.<br />
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Here are the rules for arranging childcare options:<br />
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1. Anyone who has supervision of the children more than three times in total needs to be finger printed and a background check on file. The exception is if they are watching them at my house.<br />
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2. Your daycare will not have to jump through any hoops. If you choose an in-home daycare then yes, they will need to be vetted but a traditional daycare is fine.<br />
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3. If you want to hire a babysitter, they need to be over 18 and see rule #1<br />
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So there will be no calling up a friend for help picking up the kids from school for me in case of a crisis. Or someone from church arranging a play date at their house. And sleep overs as a rule are forbidden. Those are the downsides to the requirements. Which is why its good to get your people in line that are able/willing to go through this process before you get your kids.<br />
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Side note: the problem with getting someone fingerprinted is that (in my location at least) there are only specific days during the month when it is offered and it isn't guaranteed that its close by. So if you are asking someone who has a full time job to do this, you could potentially be asking them to take time off of work and use up gas to travel to the location. Its because of this reason that I'm only asking my parents to do this.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-26520292385722122022013-10-02T09:15:00.000-07:002013-10-02T09:15:23.765-07:00First placement<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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And its not what I expected! I got a call asking if I could do respite care for 2 (or just 1 if that was all I could mange) girls, ages 11 and 10 for later on this month.<br />
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Of course I said bring it on, one of my goals is to meet other foster parents and build connections so this not only gives me a chance to have an "easy" start to foster parenting but also start putting some links in my communication chain ;)<br />
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So expect updates of how that goes. This might delay me being able to accept an actual placement but I'm not worried. I know that down the road I will need respite care myself so I want to pay it forward while I have the time, space and opportunity.<br />
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I would encourage any family that can't foster to still go through the process and become certified homes that can offer respite care. Foster parents need a break for various reasons and because you have to have approval first by a judge, then the birth parents and then your case worker before you can take foster kids on a trip or out of state- it becomes a necessary evil that your kids can't join you for every trip.<br />
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Also of note- the RD who was trying to arrange the respite care asked me if I had gone to the event "last night" and when I said I hadn't heard anything was going on, he sheepishly told me that there was a foster parent appreciation night. I laughed and said it didn't matter to me since I was only approved a few weeks ago. But then he told me there was an association meeting coming up I could attend- so moral of this story is to ASK your contact person for any dates or resources that involve foster parent meetings. They may not think to offer a new person the inside scoop.<br />
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So on Monday I had the director of my local DFCS call me, apologizing that the process took so long and told me how unusual it was. They apparently had a large number of staff turn overs so everyone was pulling double duty for awhile. Then she said that she was taking my paperwork to get signed today. So a few minutes ago I got a phone call asking me if I would take three children, 2 boys and 1 girl.<br />
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The sad part of this story is that I had to say no. My home is set up for girls only and a max of 2 children. My Resource worker understood and we set up a time for her to come to my house. She was just hired in and we both want to meet in person.<br />
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So there you have. 7 months. 100's of pages of forms. Lots of $$ spent on getting my home ready. All totally worth it to get that heart stopping phone call. Even if I couldn't say yes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046892095294040285.post-26565887139957273152013-08-19T14:01:00.000-07:002013-09-19T07:05:51.308-07:00A Foster Parent's Bucket List<a href="http://tamlynn75random.blogspot.com/2013/08/foster-care-bucket-list.html" target="_blank">I Must Be Trippin'</a> recently wrote a post about her personal "foster parent bucket list".<br />
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This is one of my favorite foster blogs as the author is very honest and isn't afraid to share the nitty gritty. But balances that with lots of encouragement and cheerleading for the unusual life that is foster parenting.<br />
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So go read the whole thing <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><a href="http://tamlynn75random.blogspot.com/2013/08/foster-care-bucket-list.html" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
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A few of my favorite excerpts:<br />
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<i>"Clothing/supply swap for foster families - Over the past five years of fostering primarily infants, I have accumulated more baby gear, clothing, and other odds and ends than I know what to do with! Now that I'm leaning more towards fostering PreK-1st grade next, I need to trade in the baby things for older child supplies and toys. Wouldn't it be great to have a weekend where foster families could get together in one place and swap clothing, gear, toys, etc?"</i><br />
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Can we get real here? Being a young, single first time foster parent- the expenses leading up to this new phase HAS to be budgeted for and if you hear "well, people only foster parent for the money" you know they have never actually met a foster parent. You think $300 a month is going to cover food, clothes, school supplies/activities, baby items and possibly a *gasp* babysitter once a month? Hahahaha. Not to mention all the expenses leading up to opening your home- I had to buy a crib, multiple car seats, clothing for ages 0-10, baby gear, and books. I haven't bought a single toy yet. That is hundreds of dollars. Not to mention the little costs that happen during training (physical, drug test, sewer check, etc.)<br />
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I don't regret or wish back a penny I have spent but in the back of my mind I can't help but wish for a community that we could mutually help each other with some of these things.<br />
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<i>"Establish a foster/adopt ministry at my church - I know this would be a huge undertaking, but I truly believe that we as a church can do more. Not everyone is called to foster or adopt, but I do believe that every person has the ability to help a hurting child and the families who have opened their hearts and their homes to the children who need them. We can do more, and I think it just takes one person to step up and call others to action."</i><br />
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I love this. I want to be the start of a forward movement of being involved in the foster community locally. Whether that means more foster families from my church or just being a support system for case workers and foster families- I think we can do it. I'm hoping to be the spark to get this in the hearts of my church family.<br />
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<span style="color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16.66666603088379px;"><i>"Join some foster parent organizations - I can't believe I've been a foster parent for nearly five years, and still haven't joined a foster parent association or any other organization geared towards fostering families! It's a great way to network and meet other families."</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #323232;"><span style="line-height: 16.66666603088379px;">I'm an organizer (seriously, my bookshelf of 300+ books is alphabetized) so this is a "Must try!" in my mind. I've looked and searched and scoured all resources to find a local foster parent support group. It doesn't exist. I would love to begin it. Pipe dream quite possibly but I would love to see this in my community.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #323232;"><span style="line-height: 16.66666603088379px;">Anyway. Go check out the rest of items on her list. It really is an awesome testament to the fact that your world expands with foster parenting in all the best ways.</span></span></span><br />
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