The lady who did our home study turned it in to our DFCS office in April. Since then it has been sitting on a case worker's desk waiting to be reviewed and approved. I am a former DFCS caseworker so I tried really hard to be patient and not make annoying phone calls. But I will admit, I was getting a tad frustrated.
Then yesterday, in the midst of our normal daily doings, the phone rang and Aaron was told that our home study was approved and we are officially open as a foster-to-adopt home, ages 0-6 years, up to two children, boy or girl, no racial preference.
So now we wait some more...
When Jeremiah said something about us "buying" our new child we talked through the expected process in as much detail as we could. It is a balancing act trying to give them information about abuse and neglect to help them understand the situation but in an age appropriate way. Jeremiah showed some amazing insight and selflessness when he out of the blue said, "It might be a good idea to put away all our toy guns and swords until they get used to how we play in this house and know that we don't want to hurt them. Because sometimes we do play kind of rough."
We explained that we could be waiting for a while before a child is matched to us. Both boys were insistent that it happen soon. "I hope it is tomorrow mama!" Nathaniel exclaimed.
There was animated conversation about where the child will sit at the dinner table, and where they will sleep, and making sure that we know when their birthday is so that we can give them a big party, and if it is a girl then hopefully she will like robots because we have lots of boys toys and no girl toys, and making sure we ask what their name is.
We talked a bit about how it will take time for us all to adjust. How it may seem strange at first, and we will need get to know the child and for them to get to know us. We talked about how we may need to step back from outside activities for a few weeks in order for us to connect and for the child to see us as their family.
Then I suggested that we pray together. And Jeremiah insisted that we kneel to pray because it shows respect. So we did. We knelt and held hands and asked God to help us wait, and to protect our child, and to give us what we need. And my heart cracked a bit when Nathaniel lisped, "Thank you for our child. Help them come here quickly so we can find out what kind of cake they like."
After we prayed we got up and went about our evening routine. Except in the back of my mind is the knowledge that any day we could get a phone call that will change everything.
Pray for us please? We know that God is in complete control. He knew about all of our children before He created the world. There is peace in that knowledge. Yet there are days for me when the waiting is hard. And of course there are moments of fear that we will not be up to this task. All we can do is take each day as it comes.