The wonderful Melissa from Full Circle is back again to share another glimpse into her journey to motherhood via foster to adopt. I know you are all on the edge of your seat waiting for an update to last Tuesday’s post, so without further adieu…
When foster children move from one home to another, our county’s hope is to transition them slowly. The time taken depends on the age of the child. Unfortunately, that’s not usually how it happens.
Out of all our cases, we’ve only had one “proper” transition. We got the call on 4 ½ year old twins “Jack” & “Jill” (names changed for privacy purposes) on a Sunday afternoon. Not only was it a weekend, it was a 3 day weekend…total red flag to us it was an emergency.
Jill was quite ill the day they arrived. She had a fever and rested on the couch as we did the intake paperwork with our social worker. Jack played on the floor, happy to be with us (long back-story there). If her health declined we were advised to take her to the doctor immediately.
It did (of course) and we were off.
In our first 3 hours of being foster parents, we were sitting in Urgent Care. The verdict? Type A Influenza. Looking back, I think having to nurse her back to health helped us bond much quicker.
When they came to us, Jack was a shell of a boy. You could hardly understand him when he spoke (Jill typically interpreted) and he was quiet and shy. Jill was cute as a button and smart as a whip. It was clear she was used to being the boss and center of attention.
As the months passed Jack blossomed into a shiny little star. He had a big personality and amazing sense of humor. When Jill would try to steal his thunder he would give her THE HAND and tell her to stop. It was his time to talk.
Going into this journey, I never stopped to consider the ripple effect the kiddos would have on our family. Although initially hesitant of our foster/adopt decision, our extended family welcomed the children with open hearts. Everyone fell head over heels in love with our twins. It was impossible not to. They jumped in feet first, sharing the joy and laughter.
And in the end, they would also grieve deeply.
8 months later the twins had a “proper” transition back. It took a week of spending time at a bio family member’s home, which increased daily. We smiled and were happy for them, masking our great sorrow. The day they loaded in the van and I gave them final kisses will haunt me forever. I was told not to let them see me cry and I did not.
How, I will never know.
Our home went from buzzing with activity to dead silence. I spent the first full day they were gone (a Friday) in bed. That weekend I scrubbed our home from top to bottom. Cleaning Therapy. We were supposed to have several months to recover, to mourn and get healthy. To learn to breathe again. Monday I returned to work and relieved to get back into a normal routine. However, that afternoon, I got a call…
Darn you, Melissa!
Stay tuned for more from Melissa as she continues to share her foster/adopt story.
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