Since our last failed visit, we weren't sure what to do next with the little seven year old boy living in shelter that we wanted to foster parent. "It's time to push him." Kathy, the shelter case manager, told us. I took a deep breath. It was the day after we drove the little boy… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: Batman
Most of the time, foster placements are just dropped off at your house. This wasn't your run of the mill foster placement. The little seven year old boy that was our potential foster placement was currently living at a children's shelter. He was severely traumatized, practically mute, and had special needs. To minimize the additional… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: Another Failed Visit.
After my panic in the car, we never discussed whether we could parent the quiet boy in the corner, again. It was almost as if it wasn't up for discussion. We could and we would. We were all in and would work to get him as comfortable as possible with the idea of moving him… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: Apprehensive
Driving away from the shelter, we sat in silence. I didn't have words. A mild panic rose up from my stomach to my throat as my mind replayed images of the 7 year old boy crashing the small plastic animals together. I thought back to that Oprah episode I watched years ago with the young… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: “We Can Help This One”
Two days after meeting the shy, nearly mute boy in the corner, we returned to the shelter with a large cheese pizza in hand. It was a Monday night and I had left work early to make it to the shelter before they served dinner to the children at 5:30 p.m. The sun was setting… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: A reluctant dinner guest
When Saturday rolled around, I was ready. When we met Marcus, I brought board games. But I had been told that this child was developmentally like a 3 or 4 year old. I googled and asked friends of kids that age, "what should I bring to meet a 7 year old who is mentally 3… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: The Boy in the Corner
Our licensing worker, Frances', plan was two-fold. I would text the case-manager at the shelter where Marcus had been placed (I still had her contact information in my phone) and she would e-mail Victoria, the DCS congregate care liaison to inquire as to whether any children in a shelter or group home were ready to… Continue reading Our Foster Parenting Journey: The Call