She will be safe.
She will be loved.
She will be with her brother and sisters.
She will be happy :).
Despite the selfishness and incompetence of her caseworker, God was able to use her to put our Ariel in the best place for her.
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
The Final Goodbye. For Real.
Ariel is leaving tomorrow.
That's right. The past twenty hours have been insane.
We found out at 1 o'clock yesterday that she was being checked out of school to go meet her new foster parents along with her siblings. I had to call her while she was en route to explain what was happening so she wouldn't freak out when she got there.
While Ariel and Snow White were at the visits, I was able to get everything we needed for her move (rubbermaid boxes for all of her stuff and a photo album). Then at about 5 I get an email telling me that she has lice. Again.
She came with lice, and she leaves with lice. Usually I like symmetry in stories but this put me over the edge. So the night changed into a flurry of throwing bows into the trash, spraying a dangerous level of poison all over my house and slowly running everything through the washing machine. Let me tell you. trying to keep up with her emotional see-sawing while running a lice comb through her hair is not something I want to try again.
As for her move, she goes back and forth from being very happy to bawling about how much she is going to miss us. She adores her new foster mom, but I think is nervous about her new foster dad.
In all honesty, I think leaving my husband, the first true father she has ever known, will be the hardest for her. He has filled a need that she has had for so long, and I just pray that this new foster dad can do as good of a job as hubby has done. There is no doubt though, that she will miss him the most.
We are all writing her letters, and creating a "life-book" for her to take with her. Basically a photo album of her time here and all of the adventures, and the people who came into her path. We are also having a brunch Saturday morning so my family can bring their letters and say goodbye.
I hope that turns out to be a good idea.
Personally I am numb with exhaustion. Last night ended very late, and this morning began very early (thanks again lice). I have a feeling the numbness will carry me through tomorrow, but Sunday is going to be a bad day.
Her leaving means my house will be cleaner, my car will smell better. There will be no trails of sand that lead to her shoe pile in her closet.
There will be no new permanent marker notations recording her height on my door frames, and grocery trips won't result in me needing a glass of wine.
But my house will be to quiet. Conversations will be too serious and my trees will be lonely for her climbing them. At night I will say one prayer instead of two, and only get a handful of good night hugs instead of 15.
There will be a void in my heart, and I don't know how much time I will need before I let another precious soul fill that space.
That's right. The past twenty hours have been insane.
We found out at 1 o'clock yesterday that she was being checked out of school to go meet her new foster parents along with her siblings. I had to call her while she was en route to explain what was happening so she wouldn't freak out when she got there.
While Ariel and Snow White were at the visits, I was able to get everything we needed for her move (rubbermaid boxes for all of her stuff and a photo album). Then at about 5 I get an email telling me that she has lice. Again.
She came with lice, and she leaves with lice. Usually I like symmetry in stories but this put me over the edge. So the night changed into a flurry of throwing bows into the trash, spraying a dangerous level of poison all over my house and slowly running everything through the washing machine. Let me tell you. trying to keep up with her emotional see-sawing while running a lice comb through her hair is not something I want to try again.
As for her move, she goes back and forth from being very happy to bawling about how much she is going to miss us. She adores her new foster mom, but I think is nervous about her new foster dad.
In all honesty, I think leaving my husband, the first true father she has ever known, will be the hardest for her. He has filled a need that she has had for so long, and I just pray that this new foster dad can do as good of a job as hubby has done. There is no doubt though, that she will miss him the most.
We are all writing her letters, and creating a "life-book" for her to take with her. Basically a photo album of her time here and all of the adventures, and the people who came into her path. We are also having a brunch Saturday morning so my family can bring their letters and say goodbye.
I hope that turns out to be a good idea.
Personally I am numb with exhaustion. Last night ended very late, and this morning began very early (thanks again lice). I have a feeling the numbness will carry me through tomorrow, but Sunday is going to be a bad day.
Her leaving means my house will be cleaner, my car will smell better. There will be no trails of sand that lead to her shoe pile in her closet.
There will be no new permanent marker notations recording her height on my door frames, and grocery trips won't result in me needing a glass of wine.
But my house will be to quiet. Conversations will be too serious and my trees will be lonely for her climbing them. At night I will say one prayer instead of two, and only get a handful of good night hugs instead of 15.
There will be a void in my heart, and I don't know how much time I will need before I let another precious soul fill that space.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Wish I had something nice to say
Ariel's transition has been a disaster.
We never should have been told that she was moving in December
She is still with us, which is nice for me, but has created emotional problems for her.
Her caseworker is full of excuses and blame for others.
To sum up, here is an edited copy of the email that my husband sent out today. It is responding to her email that suggested that our expectations, and the new home was to blame.... but that she held no responsibility. The quoted sentences are her words in various email to us.
We never should have been told that she was moving in December
She is still with us, which is nice for me, but has created emotional problems for her.
Her caseworker is full of excuses and blame for others.
To sum up, here is an edited copy of the email that my husband sent out today. It is responding to her email that suggested that our expectations, and the new home was to blame.... but that she held no responsibility. The quoted sentences are her words in various email to us.
Leslie,
I believe you are misinterpreting the source of our
frustration. As foster parents, we realize that transitioning a child from one
placement to another is both tricky for the agency and emotionally difficult on
the child. Her crying, questioning and anxious behavior is in no way a surprise
to us and was expected once we learned her placement would be moved.
Unfortunately, however, we are not the ones that have to
deal with the consequences of poor decisions; that burden falls on Ariel. While
Ariel living with her siblings is probably the best thing for her in the long
run, “Most of the time we don’t get this
much notice” and “Our agency is not licensing this home” are not acceptable
excuses for putting any child, and especially one in Ariel’s position, through
more uncertainty and emotional turmoil than necessary. Without concrete
knowledge of when a transition will occur, suggesting that we “let her know now
to get her prepared to transition from your home and into the home with her” is
damaging advice. In addition, giving a time line that the transition has no
exact date but “will definitely be toward the end of the month,” without being
certain of that information, is thoughtless at best.
This is the source of our frustration and I suggest that, in
the future, extra time be taken to ensure a smooth transition for the child. It
would have been much better for Ariel had we not tried to rush her transition
and instead allowed ample time for a smooth transition to occur. She certainly
didn’t need to know she was moving “toward the end of the month” if we didn’t
know for sure that was true. Ariel is too young to advocate for herself, so I
will say this for her: She deserves a much better effort than what she's been
given so far.
As for communication about the transition, we have already
been in contact with the HER NEW HOME multiple times to determine an
appropriate course of action. Since you cannot “give any information regarding
the issues or set backs,” a quick phone call to HER NEW HOME revealed that they
were having a problem with the fire inspector repeatedly failing the fire
inspection. They believe the issue was not code related but that the inspector
was being petty. The cost of fixing the issue in the way the inspector wanted
was very high so they were trying to work out a compromise and get the problem
corrected in a more economical way. In addition, the HER NEW HOME stated that
they had hoped the transition would happen sooner and were surprised that the
agency suggested we let Ariel know about the transition without a firm plan in
place.
The issue with the fire inspection seems to have been
cleared up, however, and the home, as I understand it, is now licensed. Please
let placement know that we would like enough time to have Ariel meet her new
foster parents, pick out a room, etc… before we do the official move. A week
should be enough time. We will continue to work with the HER NEW HOME to
transition Ariel in the best way possible.
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