Okay, it’s part of foster care, at least in my agency.¬† We spend time waiting.¬† Our agency began as a maternity home and so are not as well connected to CPS as some of the other agencies.¬† That means we don’t get a lot of calls for “straight foster care.”¬† Since my “forever family” is full, it’s pretty much straight foster care for us.
No one understands this.¬† No one understands why we would want foster kids when we have a house full of kids.¬† It’s hard to explain except this way:¬† It’s my calling.¬† It’s something dear hubby and I agreed to do before we even got our first kids.¬† His parents were foster parents so it’s in his gene pool. ¬† I have a calling to be an advocate for children, and foster care allows me to live out that calling in a very real way.¬† Maybe I am a little crazy.
So the clock ticks.¬† I try to make good use of the time.¬† I catch up on other things.¬† I send pictures to birth families.¬† I clean my closets.¬† I make sure our kids are caught up on well checks and dental visits.¬† I sort stuff.¬† I catch up with my little ones’ former foster moms.¬† I exercise.
Ironically, I find I get more done with a foster child on the way or in the house.¬† It’s funny.¬† It requires me to step up my organization.¬† I keep things really clean to cut down on germ spreading.¬† I catch up all my paperwork so nothing gets lost.
But for now, I wait.¬† We’ve had two false alarms recently resulting in me having a room full of baby stuff.¬† My two-year-old systematically keeps spreading it around my room.¬† Maybe if I put it all back in the attic, the phone will ring.¬† Maybe if I get everyone all packed up to go to the in-laws for Thanksgiving, that will do it!¬† For now, I keep hoping.