My dad asked if I would blog about our first foster care placement, and I said I didn’t know if I would because I didn’t know what to say. Todd said I should blog about it just to tell people we successfully did it. So, people, we successfully did it. We fostered two kids this past weekend, and all four of us lived to tell about it. (I would say all six of us, to include the cats, but they’re a little shell shocked so it may be premature to say they made it through.)
We knew fostering would be tough and sad, but I don’t think anyone knows how tough or sad it is until they actually do it. It’s kind of like “Steel Magnolias.” You know intellectually that it’s a sad movie, but you don’t realize just how sad it is until Sally Field is crying in a cemetery.
Over the weekend we learned some things that we’ll keep in mind for next time, but we also know that next time will involve a completely different kid/set of kids so we can’t be totally prepared. But we’re pretty sure that in a few days our house, our cats, and my heart will have recovered enough to be ready for the next placement.
Before I post this, I’d like to thank our families, our friends (especially Grant), and some people on Twitter I’ve never met in real life for their help and encouragement this past weekend. It was very helpful and very appreciated.