Have been a foster mom for a month now, and it’s been rough. We’ve seen so much, hurt so much, started laughing again, and have searched, yet again, for a space to me figure out what I’m supposed to be doing.
We’ve decided to keep fostering after having two of our three kids go back. But we’re doing it on our terms, not CPS’s. Only one at a time. Only kids I can pick up. And if they’re not showing signs of adjusting, they’re going back.
That sounds so harsh as I write it, but we just don’t have the skills to cope with kids who can’t function in a home, and some of them can’t. And we’re told there are therapeutic foster homes where they can get the help we need. We want that for them. So much.
And we want our sanity. We’re having so much fun with A. She’s funny, charming, and fussy.
Who knows what will come next?