Sunday, March 7, 2010


...has taken on a whole new meaning.

Our first two foster kids, who left us after 8 months to go back to live with their mom a year ago, were detained again on Friday night.  Of course, Children's Services called us.  Court is on Tuesday, and we'll know more after that about what's going to happen.  Last time I talked with their family worker and expressed some concerns I had, she was very adamant about telling me that the kids were doing great, the mom was doing great, and she was really doing a great job of parenting.  I knew then that either the worker had blinders on, or the mom was doing a great job of acting, but here's the proof.  Still, based on that conversation, I'm concerned that the social worker will just tell the judge that mom has been doing great and just "messed up" and that the kids will then get sent back to live with her yet again.  This is the third time in less than two years that the kids have been detained.  The sad part is that this time, even if they don't go home, the most we can do is hope to stay involved through future foster/adoptive parents, since we aren't in a position to try to adopt them ourselves.  If they do go home, the most I can do is return to daily praying and worrying about them.

I know that all things work together for good, but that doesn't always make it any easier.

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