So, blogger fail. Whatever, I’m back. Today. Don’t hold me to anything.
When Leo and I signed up for this foster care business, we were asked if we were looking to adopt. We said no.
Shows what we know.
First, Simeon had the. worst. visit. ever. this week. Ugh! I dropped him off and all was fine, but when I went back to get him, he was not in the room and George Clinton mom was in the doorway lookin’ crazy eyed.
Just as mom began her angry tirade, another foster parent and social worker jumped in between us and started mother hen-ing me out the door.
Come to find out, she had been cursing rather loudly on the phone. Wait, you ask, wasn’t she supposed to be visiting? Yes. She was. And no, she wasn’t. And yes, she is crazy cakes. Anyway. She was cursing loudly and another case worker came out of a closed room and asked her politely to keep it down and watch her language. Afterall, they are in a hallway full of visitation rooms where children and parents are trying to maintain some semblance of a family bond.
Apparently, that small request was all it took to let the crazy fly. Within moments, they had mom blocked off and someone swooped in to take Simeon far away from the madness. When they brought him to me, they said he had begun screaming at her and throwing things. His eyes were vacant as he walked, zombie like, into my arms. I picked him up and silent tears stained the shoulder of my shirt. Neither of us had words for what happened. All we could do was hang on.
It’s not right. It’s simply not right. It’s a good thing I have a redemptive God full of compassion and grace, ’cause I’m all out.
All that to say, TPR will probably be happening in the next couple of months.
But, there’s still dad.
Simeon’s case worker said that she asked dad if he’d sign over rights. Well his answer, duh, was no. But, BUT, BUT, as she explained that his case wasn’t looking so hot, what with him being single, working multiple jobs all hours of the night and day and not having appropriate housing, he agreed that he would consider a guardianship. One in which he technically stays father and has rights to see his child (under our supervision, with our permission and by our standards), but we would raise him and make all of the decisions regarding his life.
It’s not ideal, but if it means we can keep him, then we’ll agree. It will be a long painful several months before we really get to that point, but that’s possible permanent child #1.
Second, Cordelia’s mother is done. As in, doesn’t want to even sign the papers. As in, if you want her, just take her, “I’m not doing anything.” Sad, but true. And easy. The possible father is unavailable. They can’t find family. If no one surfaces soon (I’m guessing around the 90 day mark) we’ll be looking for an adoptive family. Or, rather, we’ll be looking to become an adoptive family. Because really. Really. So, that’s possible permanent child #2.
I’m not sold on either idea until it actually happens. It would be heartbreaking to do that, but Leo and I are looking at our finances and adoption assistance options. We’re also considering the changes we’ll need to make to our bedding set ups, and car room, and life manageability. I don’t want to stop fostering. It’s a lot to chew on. Especially since all of it is so tenuous and vague on timelines, but reality is that we have to start chewing.
I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m skeptical. I’m hopeful… did I mention I’m scared? And excited? And skeptical? And hopeful?
Does that ridiculously redundant sentence annoy you, too?
However it goes, on either case, I’ll keep you posted.
PS: Alli picked Roberto. Duh. Also, Chris really is a good guy. I may have had a little sniffle. ’till they broke out the rainbow. I’m thinking no to the Bachelor Pad. Anyone have thoughts on this?