Our little foster son left this week to go live with his grandma. Baby brother wasn’t released from the hospital until a few days after grandma was granted placement of the boys, so our plans for the baby never grew to fruition.
This all happened on Tuesday. Now it’s Friday and other than a couple of phone calls of possible placements, we currently have no foster children in our care. Our house has been very quiet the last three days, that’s for sure.
I’m ready for a little more noise and chaos again, although the idea of kids not being removed from their homes is a pleasant thought. Granted, I realize that is just wishful thinking. Being bombarded with phone calls about children needing homes gives me mixed feelings. I’m excited about the possibility of caring for children who need us and at the same time I’m depressed that so many children need us.
Thus is life of a foster parent I suppose.