We did it. We became foster parents. It happened so quickly. We were given warning last Thursday about boy #1 last week. We went to visit him Friday. I could see how scared he was. As we all sat there, I tried desperately to converse with him. He would answer in one or two word sentences while staring at his shoes. We did ask about his family. He talked of several siblings but one that he was particularly close with-his older brother. His birthday is this week. I asked him what he wanted. He wanted to see his mom. I just about cried right there. No worries, I kept the tears in check. Monday. 7:30am. Phone rings. Caseworker told us his brother would be needing a home. We didn't hesitate. Monday. 2:30pm. We see brother and aunt (not knowing who they were). We wonder if that's the older brother. He looks a lot older than 13. I start to panic. 4:30pm. I feel at peace. I've given the boy's mother a tissue and a hug. We've arranged for a visit on younger brother's birthday this week. Birthday wish being fulfilled.
It's been 3 days. These have been some strange days for me. I've got 5 kids now. Our van is full. No more family trips in our car. Better get the van fixed if we want to go anywhere. These brothers are two of the sweetest, most well-behaved kids I've met. They have been very respectful and helpful. They even put their dishes in the dishwasher. The integration with my own 3 children will slowly happen. I won't force it. For now, we'll just take it one day at a time. When I look at these boys, I wish everybody could see what I see. One of my greatest wishes would be to see all my friends and family sign up to be foster families. For me, it's something I can finally check off my Bucket List and know that we have made the right decision for our family. Wait till you meet them. You'll understand.