So quiet in this house. I don’t like it. I am glad that my last two foster care placements were simple. It is not always the case and not all of them that I have had have been.

One went back home to his awesome dad (whom I am fortunate enough to keep contact with) and the others went to relatives who obviously want to help them. And that is ok. But the quiet is overwhelming after a month of ups and downs. I can’t even lie and say my heart isn’t hurt a bit because those bonds were instant and fierce. So it is a loss when they leave – loss is loss even if it is for the right reasons. This is the part I hate. And love at the same time. Because something went right when families work out.

But Via Colori Kentucky is a month away so I will be very very busy and busy is my love language

Unless the phone rings and I say yes – because then – it will be back to asking for support and complaining about weird kid things I know nothing about – like baby alive and Jojo

Thanks for sharing in this journey with me and walking this path next to me. This is foster care

It is the most heart breaking and beautiful thing you could ever do.

I guess I will make scary dolls tomorrow and figure out what to do with the 80 gazillion unicorn fruit snacks I bought because they were on sale and would make small kids giggles and pray someone says “take care of you for a day and that is ok”

The quiet isn’t that bad because it means that there are not kiddos who need a safe place right this minute
That is never bad

So I guess the quiet isn’t so bad after all… because when the quiet becomes not quiet – it means hurts and tears and scary nights … so I will embrace the quiet. Besides I can always get another kitty 😂😂😂

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