Jan 26, 2020
If you come to my house, you'll notice that my living room has gotten smaller. That's because I live in a small corner of that room. Boys and girls, even siblings 15 months apart who are joined at the hip, aren't allowed to share a bedroom in foster care, so to bring our girl home, I had to improvise a way for them to each have their own bedroom.
I've had my daughter home for seven nights, and for seven nights, my son has slept on her floor, reunited and refusing to be apart from her again. For seven nights, I've slept in the living room and my son's bedroom has sat empty.
This is all by way of saying that I desperately love my foster children ... but foster care itself can be kind of stupid. As most systems can.