That little guy up there, he was only supposed to be with us for 6 weeks, but was instead with us for 7 months. He was 4 months old when he came to us, and is almost one now.
He left us on Monday, picked up amongst many tears from us, and from the workers, and was placed in what everyone is hoping will be his forever home.
The transition took place over about 6 weeks. He gradually spends more and more time with his family, spends overnights, and then he’s just gone from us.
Those 6 weeks are some of the hardest that we ever do as a foster family. You have this deadline of them leaving you hanging over your head. You have no control over where they go. If you’re especially lucky, you have amazing workers (we did) who continuously seek your input as you have contact with where the child is going.
So, just about every day over those six transition weeks, we are packing up the babe who has become a HUGE part of our family, all for the purpose of allowing him to transfer that trust to someone else. We know from the moment that a child comes into our house, that they will be leaving. That doesn’t make it easier when they leave.
Ephraim has the most outwardly hard time with transition. He acts up a little, is more weepy… Talya will have her brief moments, and then go off and flit around the way she does. Zi is the most verbal. She outright says, “this sucks.” Cries a little, spends a LOT of time with the little one in question.
Our job as foster parents is to love these kids as if they are our own, knowing all the time that they will be leaving us. People talk a lot about how awesome it is for the kids in our care that we do this, but I think that we are equally benefited.
It’s incredible to us that we are given the privilege of seeing their milestones, soothing their hurts, in some cases, helping them catch up a little. We truly believe that it’s a privilege. When the child’s family can’t give them what they need, we’re able to for the short time that they’re with us.
The benefits to us as a family, and to our kids? Oh man. I have seen our kids grow and become such giving little creatures. They instantly accept every single child that comes into our house. Without question. That child becomes a part of our family right away.
Our kids do diapers, they rock to sleep, they do bottles. They don’t complain. They love it. And they miss them when they aren’t here.
8 foster kids have come through our house in less than 2 years. And it still isn’t any easier when they leave.