Waiting is very difficult for me. I am the queen of instant gratification, spur of the moment decisions, of impulse buys. Things work out too. No major regrets. I guess I know my own wants and needs well enough that when I see something I want, I go for it with wild abandon. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and I’ve always known I’d adopt. Fostering isn’t such a stretch.
But it is an incredible test for me. This eternal waiting. Why did no one warn me about the waiting?! I thought our phone would be ringing off the hook. I thought there was a GREAT NEED for foster parents. We aren’t limiting ourselves too much either. Any race, any sex, ages 0-2 (I know babies are more difficult), some special needs. The waiting for a phone call is exhausting. I jump every time it rings. Is it a 504 area code? Is it a non-listed number? Is it our Home Development worker? Or is it someone calling for the tv I placed on Craig’s List or someone wanting me to join the tea party and banish all those nasty Democrats (I am a registered Democrat, I have absolutely no idea why I keep getting these calls.)
It’s not the laying awake at night, thinking-about-every-possible-outcome, kind of waiting. (I have quickly learned to snatch sleep when I can, thank you very much.) It’s the long hours awake with my phone on my desk, begging it to ring…
…and set me in motion.
Got our first check from DCFS for caring for 2 foster kids. Let me just say that I have no idea why people have the impression that foster parents do this for the money. It was a laughably small amount.
Missing work (I have lots of time off saved, so I was still paid) and buying things (yey toys!) that weren’t reimbursed by the state, we’re in the red. But that’s ok. We’re happy to do it and excited to meet our next placement. Whenever that may be.
Just got a call for a newborn, 2 weeks old.
Day care starts at 6 weeks.
Stupid job getting in the way of baby lovin’