I haven't posted in a long time. Mostly because nothing has really changed, and a million things happen all day long, I have a hard time focusing my thoughts! Plus, it is a little weird to write about everything. It's so personal, yet I can't show their faces, or share names, or give real details on the case.. but, here we are. Until I can share their faces, let me share this beautiful watercolor a friend from High School created for us. She is crazy talented and her preferred style works beautifully for us foster folk. Look at our beautiful boys.
Stunning, right? You should check out her amazing selection and order something for your family.
Treat yo' self.
The boys turned 2 this week. I can't believe it. I can't believe they've been with us over 7 months, and I can hardly remember what it was like without them. We've had a rough few weeks. The case seems to drag on and the boys have been acting out quite a bit. They are two, and every two year old has their challenges, but the sorrow and pain they carry, and the unknowns of this process weigh on them. On all of us. After bedtime Jake and I were recapping the day, he said something that made my heart sink. "While I was giving the boys their bath, I looked into Smash's eyes, and he seemed so sad. He is the same little boy." Let me explain, of course the boys have both made tremendous progress. They are sweet, loving, building trust. They have fun with other people and children. They're learning to cope with emotions, expressing desired behavior, showing affection.. they are great. Honestly, they look, act, play, talk, and love like totally different kids. We get so caught up in every day life, sometimes we forget. Or sometimes I let myself think they've forgotten it all. But, there are sobering moments, when Smash gets scared, or Whistle gets frustrated, or for what seems like no reason at all- we see their reality. Their reality is- we are their foster parents. They are safe here, we love them, they love us, they love it here. They are healing from their past hurts; but, every other week they are faced with them. They are confused. They are healing, but they are not able to fully move on yet. Every day they heal more and more. But, they don't know which reality to trust. Will they get to stay? Is this the visit they don't come back home? It's confusing for us, it HAS to be confusing for them. It breaks my heart.
We prepare them for visits as much as we can. We always tell them at dinner the night before. The last two visits Smash said, "no visit. no go, no visit. Stay here?".. Then he's cried on and off all night saying "no, no no, no go." I can promise them they will come back home after the visit. I can promise to love them forever. I can promise them God loves them. I can promise to cuddle them the minute they return. I can promise them I want them to stay here forever. But, I cannot make the visits stop. I cannot promise them they get to stay here. always.... not yet.
We recently heard an encouraging update. It looks as though things are moving in our favor. I can't share details, but prayers are always appreciated. Specifically next week and early June. I know, I know, "next week and June" is hardly an update. It seems like things are moving soooo slow. But, really time is flying. The days are long and the weeks are short. This case will close before we know it.
I'll leave you with this song. I've heard it so many times.. pretty sure it's in a commercial, and pretty insignificant to most. But, tonight I heard it and tears streamed down my face.
Home- Phillips Phillips