Tuesday, August 16, 2011

breaking hearts.

I really dislike having my heart broken, but my heart doesn't shatter the way a kid's can.  

Yesterday morning we received the Child Inventory Study for the little we want.  The inventory is a document that summarizes the child's life.  Some of it is not too exciting to read, legal proceedings, immunizations and whatnot.  Most of it, though, is VERY relevant to raising a kidlet.  The document tells you what that child is up against, what their home life with their birth family was like, what the mental health background for them and their biological relatives is like, any disabilities they have, allergies, diagnoses.  

Our job is to read the document carefully and figure out if we can parent the child.  Interviews go both ways, the social workers figuring out if we're the right family for the child and us figuring out if the child is the right one for us.  The inventory provides an incredible amount of information and questions arise from reading the document.

After reading about this little one, I called our social worker.  I tried to get some questions out, but mostly I just cried.  Luckily, my social worker can handle it and the boys couldn't hear.

See, I was reading about this child and I may as well have been reading about our sons.  I know how much hard work this little one is going to need to be OK.  Having fantastic foster parents is a huge benefit to the kiddo.  These foster parents sound just amazing.

Now we pray.  We pray that the child is meant to be ours.  We pray that if the child  is NOT meant to be ours the parents have the wisdom and insight to figure out what's normal kid, what needs a bit extra and what's really serious.  We pray that the parents adore the bejeebers out of the little one.  We pray that God protects this precious one from more harm.  And, well, we pray for all the kids in the world going through what this child, and our children, have survived.

Later that day, actually, late at night, Superdad and I reviewed the inventory together.  There are some pretty scary ideas in that document, but we don't care.  This child, well, we want this child and we feel prepared to parent.  Maybe the social workers will agree with us.

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