Hello, friends! I'm writing to you on a rare quiet afternoon. Usually at this time I'm at the park, watching my foster child play and keeping my dog from jumping on everyone she sees. Today, however, my child has a borrowed DS game to play, giving me an opportunity to just sit for awhile.
(Shortly, though, I'll probably get up and do the dishes. What does it mean when I'm the responsible one in the house?)
I'm trying to come up with an appropriate analogy for what the last 20 or so days have been like. I wouldn't call them a roller coaster ride, because those freak me out. Let's call this experience so far a story. Stories have beginnings. This story began April 18th. It was a running start, no easing in here. Stories have exciting parts and slow parts and sweet parts and stressful parts.
Exciting parts: her arrival, getting her enrolled and started at a school with great educators, her first time at Midweek school.
Slow parts: lazy afternoons like this one, those peaceful couple of hours after she goes to bed, walking home with the dog after dropping her off at school in the morning.
Sweet parts: being called "Mom", watching her with Kensi, her telling me she feels at home here.
Stressful parts: brushing her hair, getting her to school on time, catching her stealing.
Stories also have a variety of characters. My child is one, but there are others: my caseworker, her caseworker, her teachers, her counselor, her doctor, all of the people at church who have been incredibly supportive.
(And the dog, of course. Can't forget the dog.)
I suppose that's enough sitting around for me. The dishes await. I hope you've all enjoyed this update on the life of a foster parent. Until next time!
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