I wish I would have made time to document everything in my life that I thought I would never forget every detail of, because you know what, I did forget. I may not have forgotten every detail of every event but I did forget too much. That goes with so so much from each kids life. I never thought I wouldn't remember everything that each child did and when they did it but the truth is I cant remember what time my second child was born or how long my third child was when born. I cant remember when each started walking, got teeth, all the little things that seemed impossible to forget, yet sometimes even if I think I know, it was the wrong child that I thought it was. Parenthood, its something.
So February 5th I got a strange call from a woman I didn't know stating she was our 3 year old's caseworker and she would be picking her up in the next couple hours to move her and her brother to a new home. Ok... Seriously, this agency these poor children are with. No warning and a complete stranger removing her from here to go to another complete strangers house. There is nothing ok with this situation but what choice do I have but to pack, quickly. Also, I don't dare mention this to the 3 year old because last time I got her upset and the agency called hours before and cancelled the move. Not taking that chance again. Probably an hour or so after the time the caseworker was supposed to be here she texted from the driveway, yes TEXTED me to say bring the child out because I am here... Lets take a moment to let this sink in. A woman called a few hours ago to say she would be picking up my child, a complete stranger to her and I, never had even heard of her name before this moment, comes late, TEXTS from the driveway, doesn't even come to the door to meet the child she is moving, has me load her belongings into her car because she is too busy freaking out that the baby brother in the backseat is crying and so her answer was to BLARE Baby Shark, hes 2 months, she doesn't know how to install the car seat or strap little one in, and after I get everything settled, she closes the door and gets in front to leave, still blaring Baby Shark on repeat, and off they go with me standing there in shock, alone in the driveway. And they wonder why these kids are broken.
That was it, she was gone. Never heard a thing from that agency again. I've heard she had a rough road for awhile but is happy, settled and very much loved in a pre-adoptive home now, and I couldn't be happier for them all. I feel like this days experiences will forever be burned in my memory, but I've been wrong before.
So February 5th I got a strange call from a woman I didn't know stating she was our 3 year old's caseworker and she would be picking her up in the next couple hours to move her and her brother to a new home. Ok... Seriously, this agency these poor children are with. No warning and a complete stranger removing her from here to go to another complete strangers house. There is nothing ok with this situation but what choice do I have but to pack, quickly. Also, I don't dare mention this to the 3 year old because last time I got her upset and the agency called hours before and cancelled the move. Not taking that chance again. Probably an hour or so after the time the caseworker was supposed to be here she texted from the driveway, yes TEXTED me to say bring the child out because I am here... Lets take a moment to let this sink in. A woman called a few hours ago to say she would be picking up my child, a complete stranger to her and I, never had even heard of her name before this moment, comes late, TEXTS from the driveway, doesn't even come to the door to meet the child she is moving, has me load her belongings into her car because she is too busy freaking out that the baby brother in the backseat is crying and so her answer was to BLARE Baby Shark, hes 2 months, she doesn't know how to install the car seat or strap little one in, and after I get everything settled, she closes the door and gets in front to leave, still blaring Baby Shark on repeat, and off they go with me standing there in shock, alone in the driveway. And they wonder why these kids are broken.
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