{note: this post brought to you by Day 4 of Mega Tantrums and Extreme Stubbornness)
The truth is...if DHS wouldn't also take Baby A, I'd call them to come get Miss M today.
They truth is... I have deep deep doubts about whether we're getting through to her-- she's not learning from her mistakes and no amount of love, logic or discipline can break through her anger.
The truth is...I worry, almost constantly, about how her Papi will handle her tantrums when the family is reunited, but I also can't wait for that day to come.
The truth is...I've never been more frustrated or felt so unbelievably helpless in my life.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Easter 2012 vs 2013
2012- first Easter with foster kiddos! I remember being so excited about doing Easter baskets for Da Boys; it was their first or second week with us and they were still on pretty good behavior.
I bought Easter baskets for everyone (including Greg) and my sister and brand-new boyfriend (now her fiancee) came down for a visit and laid out an Easter egg hunt in the backyard.
Their grandmother had sent them little pants & vest combos and they were excited to wear them.
I even wrangled a picture with both of them; it was my phone background for months.
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2013- 2nd Easter with foster kids. These kiddos we've had for much longer, they sort of feel like (and could pass for) our own kids.
I went bananas buying co-ordinating outfits (so cute!!) and we even made a special effort to join G's parents at their church so they could show off their "grandkids."
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| Check out that color coordination! |
G's grandparents were there too and Grandpa Ed and Baby A, who are special buds, enjoyed hanging out together.
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| How cute are they?! |
It was a special time. Best holiday we've had to date.
Monday, March 18, 2013
What it feels likes when you say, "oh I could never do that"
The "that" of course being fostering.
Oh, "that'd be soooo hard"
Oh, "ugh I could NEVER do that, I'd get so attached!!"
Like "it'd be so haaaaaaard"
"I'd be so saaaaad to see them go!"
No shit, Sherlock. It IS hard, it does suck, you DO get attached and yes, it rips your heart out when they leave.
But fostering is not about YOU and your emotional COMFORT, it's about being willing to be provide safety & comfort for a child whose whole world is NOT safe or comfortable.
So, please, save it- you whining about how hard it would be for YOU belittles those of us who DO. Encourage, praise, even just a "wow" would be fine, but don't wax eloquent about how you could neeeever do it, lest I be forced to school you about how selfish you sound.
*mic drop*
Oh, "that'd be soooo hard"
Oh, "ugh I could NEVER do that, I'd get so attached!!"
Like "it'd be so haaaaaaard"
"I'd be so saaaaad to see them go!"
No shit, Sherlock. It IS hard, it does suck, you DO get attached and yes, it rips your heart out when they leave.
But fostering is not about YOU and your emotional COMFORT, it's about being willing to be provide safety & comfort for a child whose whole world is NOT safe or comfortable.
So, please, save it- you whining about how hard it would be for YOU belittles those of us who DO. Encourage, praise, even just a "wow" would be fine, but don't wax eloquent about how you could neeeever do it, lest I be forced to school you about how selfish you sound.
*mic drop*
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Not so much a lightbulb moment...
...As a slow dawning that the truth of the matter that Miss M's hellish tantrums at bedtime are not actually about wanting (or not wanting) to go to bed, they are about deviations from the standard routine.
And for her, routine = stability = love.
And denial of ANY part of this routine means obviously we don't love her.
This frustrated me to no end because we've spent the last 9 months heavily investing in her. It honestly kind of sucks that she doesn't trust that we love her without having to prove it every. single. day. and. night.
And like, no, duh- her "trust bank" is limited (because she HAS only been with us 9 months), but despite us making daily "deposits" she still gets "overdrawn" on a fairly regular basis.
Poor baby. I love her so much, but this is the part that tests us to show Love and BE grace when it's very much not natural to do so.
And for her, routine = stability = love.
And denial of ANY part of this routine means obviously we don't love her.
This frustrated me to no end because we've spent the last 9 months heavily investing in her. It honestly kind of sucks that she doesn't trust that we love her without having to prove it every. single. day. and. night.
And like, no, duh- her "trust bank" is limited (because she HAS only been with us 9 months), but despite us making daily "deposits" she still gets "overdrawn" on a fairly regular basis.
Poor baby. I love her so much, but this is the part that tests us to show Love and BE grace when it's very much not natural to do so.
Friday, March 8, 2013
On crying in Panera
Last week, G & I met with Miss M's therapist at Panera for a little family update.
She had lots of nice things to say about M's progress but echoed our concerns about the visit. She told us about M's responses to the overnight visit- how frightened and anxious and almost manic she'd been in telling the therapist about the visit.
She's really scared that she's going to lose us. She said, "I just want to have 2 Daddy's and a Mommy."
I was stunned by this declaration and G teared up. She never calls us mom or dad, we're Miss Vicki and Mr. Greg, but it's incredibly touching to know that she THINKS of us that way.
Then of course, this week has been worse than normal- a week night tantrum, and two middle of the night bad dream/crying sessions (but no candy was requested!). Poor girl.
Isn't that always the way though? We renew our commitment to something and then that commitment is tested in MOST TRYING WAY POSSIBLE. Which, for me, of course means sleep disturbance, Haha.
Following our visit with the therapist, I sat down and wrote a letter to the kids' worker outlining our concerns about visitation and keeping M in her school and making sure Baby A keeps getting therapy,etc. And then, I mailed that sucker; paper = documentation, which if course is the mantra of DHS! So, we'll see what if any response that brings from the case worker.
She had lots of nice things to say about M's progress but echoed our concerns about the visit. She told us about M's responses to the overnight visit- how frightened and anxious and almost manic she'd been in telling the therapist about the visit.
She's really scared that she's going to lose us. She said, "I just want to have 2 Daddy's and a Mommy."
I was stunned by this declaration and G teared up. She never calls us mom or dad, we're Miss Vicki and Mr. Greg, but it's incredibly touching to know that she THINKS of us that way.
Then of course, this week has been worse than normal- a week night tantrum, and two middle of the night bad dream/crying sessions (but no candy was requested!). Poor girl.
Isn't that always the way though? We renew our commitment to something and then that commitment is tested in MOST TRYING WAY POSSIBLE. Which, for me, of course means sleep disturbance, Haha.
Following our visit with the therapist, I sat down and wrote a letter to the kids' worker outlining our concerns about visitation and keeping M in her school and making sure Baby A keeps getting therapy,etc. And then, I mailed that sucker; paper = documentation, which if course is the mantra of DHS! So, we'll see what if any response that brings from the case worker.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Overnights
The kiddos went for their first overnight visit with their Papi this Friday.
I was a little reluctant to let then go, but not too much. He was really excited and Miss M was up for it, so off they went.
We said they'd be back by 1 or 2 Saturdsy afternoon, which ended up being 2:30, which meant I was a little nerve wracked by the time they showed back up.
If course I quizzed M about the visit. She said it was fun, but that she woke up crying in the night, and her dad gave her a piece of candy to stop (?!).
And when I asked if she wanted to do it again next week, she was like, "mmmm, no; I just want to go play over there for a little bit and then come back here to sleep."
Hmmm. Interesting.
Last, but certainly not least, Papi took the kids to get haircuts (which we took them to get a few weeks ago, but...whatever) and Miss M came back with a bang trim and Baby A came back with a freakin buzz cut. OMG. It looks horrible. I've never seen it that short! He has a big scar on his scalp, a big "C" from the surgery he had following his abuse. With his hair long, you can't see it, with the buzz cut, it's exposed to the world.
It makes me sad; like, "yup, this is a damaged kid"- it's marked right there on his body. At least with his hair covering the scar he could "pass" for a normal toddler.
Just like we can pass for a normal family, until Miss M calls me by my first name or pipes up about what her "real" dad lets her do or not do. I just hope she doesn't get the bright idea that she needs a piece of candy when she has her next bad dream, cause THAT ain't happening!
I was a little reluctant to let then go, but not too much. He was really excited and Miss M was up for it, so off they went.
We said they'd be back by 1 or 2 Saturdsy afternoon, which ended up being 2:30, which meant I was a little nerve wracked by the time they showed back up.
If course I quizzed M about the visit. She said it was fun, but that she woke up crying in the night, and her dad gave her a piece of candy to stop (?!).
And when I asked if she wanted to do it again next week, she was like, "mmmm, no; I just want to go play over there for a little bit and then come back here to sleep."
Hmmm. Interesting.
Last, but certainly not least, Papi took the kids to get haircuts (which we took them to get a few weeks ago, but...whatever) and Miss M came back with a bang trim and Baby A came back with a freakin buzz cut. OMG. It looks horrible. I've never seen it that short! He has a big scar on his scalp, a big "C" from the surgery he had following his abuse. With his hair long, you can't see it, with the buzz cut, it's exposed to the world.
It makes me sad; like, "yup, this is a damaged kid"- it's marked right there on his body. At least with his hair covering the scar he could "pass" for a normal toddler.
Just like we can pass for a normal family, until Miss M calls me by my first name or pipes up about what her "real" dad lets her do or not do. I just hope she doesn't get the bright idea that she needs a piece of candy when she has her next bad dream, cause THAT ain't happening!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Update on Da Boys!
Yesterday, I made the trek up to the downtown DHS office, to get a replacement child care card. I misplaced mine for a WEEK, then, of course, finally found it at 11pm last night.
Anyway, I was up on the 3rd floor, the foster care floor, waiting. And I spotted a familiar face. It was Da Boys caseworker, Angela. I said flagged her down and asked about the boys.
She reported that they (DHS) had just closed the case after a 6 month follow-up period. Which means everything was good! The boys are still in their same school, doing well, receiving in-school therapy & counseling g services. They live in the same house (impressive) and their mom is even in school herself, for medical assisting. Wow. So awesome.
Since we haven't had contact with them since this summer- Mom changed her number & couldn't get the worker to return my calls (hence the accosting in the DHS lobby)- I'm not sure it would be appropriate to just pop back in their lives...but I sure want to! If only to encourage Mom and hug on those boys skinny little necks!
What do you all think? Should I call or drop by? Or just wish them well from a distance?
Anyway, I was up on the 3rd floor, the foster care floor, waiting. And I spotted a familiar face. It was Da Boys caseworker, Angela. I said flagged her down and asked about the boys.
She reported that they (DHS) had just closed the case after a 6 month follow-up period. Which means everything was good! The boys are still in their same school, doing well, receiving in-school therapy & counseling g services. They live in the same house (impressive) and their mom is even in school herself, for medical assisting. Wow. So awesome.
Since we haven't had contact with them since this summer- Mom changed her number & couldn't get the worker to return my calls (hence the accosting in the DHS lobby)- I'm not sure it would be appropriate to just pop back in their lives...but I sure want to! If only to encourage Mom and hug on those boys skinny little necks!
What do you all think? Should I call or drop by? Or just wish them well from a distance?
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