A few days ago I spoke with the kids’ social worker. I got some updates – some happy surprises and some scary surprises. I’m going to wait for the dust to settle and decisions to get into writing before I share it widely, but things may be taking a very different turn for these children. Or they might stay exactly the same. We shall see. In the mean time, I’ll just keep holding onto my thread.
On another note, the purpose of my call was to inform the SW that Rosebud’s eczema is flaring up again and that we had taken her into the pediatrician for a prescription treatment. He kind of laughed off my update saying he’s never worried about the care the children receive in our home because we take better care of the kids than any of the other foster parents in his caseload.
Now I’ll take a compliment any time it’s lobbed my way, especially when it comes from someone who has likely felt I am the most annoying person on the planet, but I find that statement really very sad.
Sure, A and I care for the kids. Get them the treatment they need to heal their bodies and their hearts. We are advocates for their health. Bring them for regular check ups. But we aren’t doing anything different from what our friends are doing with their children. Surely this must be what all foster parents do, right?
Well, no. Which is why, despite needing a break badly, we probably won’t ever use any of the 14 days of respite care offered to us each year.
Of course there are great homes out there. Ones that far exceed ours. But the reminder is always there that some are just – not.