What happened to the time? Where has time gone? Wasn't it just last night, a week ago, a month ago that I welcomed a tiny little 7 month old into my home and heart? A baby that could hardly roll over, a baby that was so content and just went with the flow.
Now I have a 13, almost 14 month old that loves walking all over the place, loves to say "hi" to everything and still a happy little babe that thrives on attention and love.
3 weeks ago she became a "little sister." Foster care is weird. Because I am "having" children 5 months apart and years are between their ages.
This transition has not been without challenges. The first night consisted of being up from 12:30-1:15am while the newest was throwing a tantrum and I was covered literally from head to tow in throw up.
That was just a one time occurrence.
How long does it take to transition?
This little has had my heart for a month. Sometimes I get frustrated. Sometimes I question why I am called to do this.
But at the end of the day, my heart and my home are full. I love these littles.
Whether that is another day, week, month or year, love is ever so present. Time will continue to go on. And I'll continue to grow and love.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
"Here We Go."
"Here we go." I was talking to my dad. I was explaining the plan. I was telling him what this week would look like and asking him if he could possibly babysit while I work this weekend.
"Here we Go," I said. "That's a good way of putting it," was the reply.
Backtrack almost a week ago.
It is Thursday, January 28th about 10am. I get a text from my present placements Caseworker: "are you open to another placement? I have a coworker looking for a home."
"Yes, I am open to a placement!"
"Great! We will call you later."
.... The longest 2 hours had just begun.
I get the call. A 4 year old little boy that may be special needs? YES. My home and my heart are open and God just spoke to my heart that He is going to teach me so much about his Love through this placement.
But they needed to move him. "Can we put together a move plan and call you Monday?"
"Sounds Great. Thanks."
... And so begins the longest weekend.
Monday comes and it is late afternoon ... no call. I send a text: "Any update?"
"I'll check ... nothing yet, we will call you first thing tomorrow morning."
Tuesday. 9am. I had a missed call and a voicemail. They are ready and have the plan put together.
I call back. "Can you pick him up tomorrow at 6pm?" YES. I was so excited. I could hardly eat breakfast.
So here I am today. Last night I kept the baby up later than her bedtime because I wanted to embrace those precious moments of her being my old baby.
It has been a very long week, but it is a beautiful week. I am excited to embark on the next leg of this journey.
As I drove into work yesterday, I was talking with God. I thought how this little dude was born even before I began pursuing foster care. As I was reflecting on that, God showed me that He had gone before me and had orchestrated this event special for me. My heart aches for the pain this little has been through, but I am going to give him all I have and love him with all my heart. <3 p="">
"Here we Go," I said. "That's a good way of putting it," was the reply.
Backtrack almost a week ago.
It is Thursday, January 28th about 10am. I get a text from my present placements Caseworker: "are you open to another placement? I have a coworker looking for a home."
"Yes, I am open to a placement!"
"Great! We will call you later."
.... The longest 2 hours had just begun.
I get the call. A 4 year old little boy that may be special needs? YES. My home and my heart are open and God just spoke to my heart that He is going to teach me so much about his Love through this placement.
But they needed to move him. "Can we put together a move plan and call you Monday?"
"Sounds Great. Thanks."
... And so begins the longest weekend.
Monday comes and it is late afternoon ... no call. I send a text: "Any update?"
"I'll check ... nothing yet, we will call you first thing tomorrow morning."
Tuesday. 9am. I had a missed call and a voicemail. They are ready and have the plan put together.
I call back. "Can you pick him up tomorrow at 6pm?" YES. I was so excited. I could hardly eat breakfast.
So here I am today. Last night I kept the baby up later than her bedtime because I wanted to embrace those precious moments of her being my old baby.
It has been a very long week, but it is a beautiful week. I am excited to embark on the next leg of this journey.
As I drove into work yesterday, I was talking with God. I thought how this little dude was born even before I began pursuing foster care. As I was reflecting on that, God showed me that He had gone before me and had orchestrated this event special for me. My heart aches for the pain this little has been through, but I am going to give him all I have and love him with all my heart. <3 p="">
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