When you set out to foster or adopt children, you are met with mountains of propaganda trying to convince you that there are thousands of adorable children in dire straits just hoping and praying every night at bedtime that you will dash in on your white horse, scoop them up and make their lives wonderful.
The reality is there are maybe a few dozen kids who need permanent homes at any given time…at least that I can find anything out about…and that is all across Southern California. And learning anything about them is no easy feat. You are at the mercy of those who are seeking out the perfect household suited for the children before any movement can be made.
On the advice of folks at our agency, I’m scouring the lists of photos published of all these smiling creatures saying ‘please take me home!’ The plan is to start following up, learning the ropes and then greasing the wheels however we can to find out what’s really going on behind the scenes, making up our own minds about whether there is a potential match there and then advocating as best we can.
It’s supposed to in the best interest of the child, right?
SO…I am not writing much here, because there is not much to write about. Weeks and weeks racing to the finish line, believing there were thousands of kids out there who needed us. Only now to have two weeks of absolutely quiet.
I feel like a school girl waiting by the phone for her boy crush to call and ask her to the prom. And, then every time it rings it turns out to be a wrong number or the L.A. Phil asking for donations.
“I’ve got to get off the phone!” I want to screech at people. “They might be calling.”
So, let’s see if the craziness we anticipated starts in January. After all…new year. New beginnings. New family members?
Only time will tell.
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