Saturday, February 16, 2019

Currently- the february edition

Rooting for: Chance the Rapper. I'll be the first to raise my hand and say this is very uncharacteristic of me. I don't like rap and wouldn't recognize him if we were stuck on an elevator together. However, a few months ago I heard that he was taking a sabbatical to simultaneously read the bible and quit smoking. I've been keeping close tabs on his progress. The last day he gave us a no smoking update was back in December so I'm thinking that train may have derailed, but maybe he's decided to keep that to himself. I'm concerned that he might never quit because two comments from that December 15th post about not smoking said "Smoke week instead, Chance. I got u some." I guess he hasn't gotten to the bible verse about bad company corrupting good morals yet. 

Learning: first aid. We had first aid certification this morning as part of our foster care class. The lady demonstrated everything then had us go up two at a time to practice on the mannequins. She said to do thirty quick presses so I did. Come to find out I was pushing on the stomach and not the correct spot between the breast bones. In my efforts to resuscitate someone, I gave them a stomach ache. 

Finishing: our foster classes. Today was our last class. We have one more home visit and medical record to get and we'll be ready to go. We told them we can't take a child until after a trip we already have scheduled in March but we'll be certified soon. We have a crib to set up but beyond that the house is ready.

Don't get any ideas about robbing our house while we're gone. The guard cats have this place on lockdown. 

Nervous about: foster care. There are so many things that could go wrong. Everything little thing has to be documented and there's so much government involvement. It's going to disrupt our family in a way a second biological child wouldn't. We don't know the age of the child, beyond requesting that it be younger than Annabelle, and who knows the trauma the child will have been through. Every week I left the class half glad we were doing it but kind of wanting to throw in the towel say thanks but no thanks, this isn't for me. I don't want to love a child for months then have to give it back to the birth parents. On the other hand, I feel strongly that it's something we need to do so we're going to try. If it doesn't work out then so be it, but at least we tried. I read this on facebook and I want to plaster it on my wall.

Fostering - “I could never do that.” One of if not THE most common phrases I’ve heard when the topic of foster care comes up. It’s usually followed with “it would break my heart” or “I would get too attached.” I know a lot of people don’t really know what foster care is and I understand where that comment is coming from but I want to say something: THAT IS LITERALLY THE POINT... Will we get attached? Yes. Will it be hard? Absolutely. Will we grieve? Yes. But foster care isn’t for people who won’t get attached & won’t grieve...it’s for the people who will. Because that is what this and every child who is a victim of insufficient care needs- someone who will get attached, to love them like their own, and yes...someone who will grieve. The church needs to understand this-we aren’t called to attend services once a week and sing a few songs, try our best, pay our taxes and go to heaven when we die...that’s not the gospel. The gospel is NOW. Jesus’s message was, “The kingdom of God is here!” If you have a heart for the hurting and a passion to stand in the gap and advocate for the needy, but you’re afraid you “could never do that” I want you to think about where that fear is coming from...it’s the enemy’s plan to stop the kingdom of God from manifesting on the earth today- he uses fear to do it and it is rendering the church useless in our community. Don’t be afraid to grieve, be afraid of what will happen to these children if we don’t lay our lives down to love them.

-Alyssa Short

Binge eating: gobstoppers. I didn't think I'd ever eaten a gobstopper before starting the classes but I put some down the last five weeks. Each table had a pile of candy every week and I would eat a gobstopper every time I got nervous or stressed. I ate A LOT.

Smiling about: AB's school valentine party. She changed her mind last minute about which valentines she wanted me to print so we ended up a gluing a paper heart to the end of a pencil and calling it a day. I wanted to attach the pencil to a card that said "You're the write friend for me" but she didn't appreciate the pun. She was so excited I got to stay at school for a while. She also made sure everyone knew the decor I made were "lovebugs, not butterflies. I mean, I know they're like butterflies but they're lovebugs. My mom made them. They're not dragonflies either."

3 comments:

Michelle said...

I am so so so proud of you for fostering. SO PROUD. You guys are made for it, and it warms my heart to know kids without a family will be going to you guys. I could go on forever, but I’m just so glad you guys are doing it. I say this as someone who is not doing it 😂 there’s a family in our church who fosters. They often have infants with special needs. I want to hug them and cry every time I see them.

Jen said...

I am so excited for you guys to foster! Y'all are going to be amazing.

rooth said...

I don't doubt your apprehension toward fostering at all. Thanks for taking along this journey with you and for sharing all of your honest thoughts and feelings