My friend, Rob, writes about the last year and half his wife and he have spent as foster parents:
At noon on a Thursday in mid-May 2010, we received a phone call that our foster care license was active. With significant limitations placed on the agency with regard to the kinds of kids we could take, I was extremely skeptical that we would ever receive a placement.
At 3:30 that same afternoon, we received another phone call asking us to pick up two African-American/Hispanic sisters, ages 2 and 3.
446 days later, we now know they will be returning home very shortly.
They are leaving as quickly as they came. They were here, but now they are back again. It’s a new reality worthy of a few reflections: