Yesterday, after reading this article (Child poverty, neglect on rise in Michigan) in the Detroit News and seeing the statistics (see chart), I was heavy hearted and running short on the patience I’ve been practicing. Knowing our kids are in those numbers is sad.
I did something I’ve been trying not to do: I called our agency. I didn’t want to bother them and I know they have done all they can do at this point but I just wanted them to know we are very ready. I left a message for our friend (who works at the agency) and she had someone from the licensing department call me back today. The licensing worker told me that our information was sent to Lansing mid-December (as we expected) and that they are checking the database daily to see when we are officially entered in the system that matches foster parents with kids (basically Match.com). She said, “It should be anytime.” That could mean a million things but it was nice to talk with someone and know that they are looking out for us. She also told me that she would give us a call when it was official.
Yesterday, someone asked me if I am sick of being asked when we are getting a kid or kids. Nope. Not at all. I love talking about it. Sometimes, I’m afraid I’m talking about it too much. I apologize if I have talked your ear off at any point but we I say we are excited, I mean, we are really, really excited.