If you have been been sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for the next chapter of our own dramatic little mini-series on the journey towards motherhood via foster/adopt from Melissa from Full Circle, wait no more! Read on my friends!
After 8 months of tears, frustration and joy, the twins went to live with family members. Although they all acknowledged the children blossomed in our care, they carried great anger towards everyone involved with the case and we were no exception. Our hope was they would find it in their hearts to stay in contact on some level and let us know how Jack and Jill were doing.
Sadly, they did not.
In a perfect world, we would of be given a 4-6 month break to recover. Time and space to grieve and heal. However, if an emergency arose, all that goes out the window and we fly by the seat of our pants.
Boy howdy, and fly we did.
Four days after the twins moved (the Monday I returned to work), I got a call from our worker. My initial thought was how sweet she was to check up on me (she really was just that way). I quickly realized that wasn’t her intent (her apologizing profusely was my first hint). There was a 3 1/2 year old boy and his 6 month old sister they were trying to find temporary housing for. This wasn’t fost/adopt, just a glitch in their case and it was short term. Approximately 6 weeks. We were the very last family they wanted to call but we were their last hope. If we didn’t take them, they would have to be split up. How could we say no?
From noon until 5pm that very day, my tribe of friends and family scrambled for clothes, diapers, a stroller and crib. We weren’t equipped for a baby. By the time our social worker arrived with the children that evening, we had gear for an itty bitty and clothes for big brother.
And into our lives walked 3 1/2 year old “Mannie” and 6 month old sister, “Little Miss Sunshine”.
Mannie threw tantrums, the likes which we had never seen before. Screaming, kicking rages on the floor. There was no comforting him. He was angry and had every right to be. That being said, he was brilliant, had dimples that could melt an iceberg and loved to laugh. Sunshine was a sweet little ball of joy. She would fall asleep on my chest and I would keep her downstairs with me long after her bedtime… just soaking up her peace. She was a good part of my recuperation. Unconditional, innocent love.
Yes, we were still numb from the loss of the twins and fumbled through those first days. Admittedly it was difficult to find a new rhythm and not compare. Although we were a bit off kilter, it was worth keeping them together (splitting them up would have shattered Mannie’s fragile universe).
In the end it was I that gained the most during their time in our home. The twins’ case ended with bitterness towards us, but this time there was only gratitude from the relatives.
And it would not be the last time we cared deeply for our children’s bio family (and it was reciprocated)…
So y’all had to know that was coming! That’s what a mini-series is all about. ANTICIPATION!