Part of the Territory

Part of fostering is letting them in and being willing to let them go.  Another part is wondering if they will ever go.  Sometimes they just get in the door, get settled and then they move on.  Other times...like lately...it seems like it will never happen.

Now, we know better.  This isn't our first rodeo.  Although sometimes it feels like it.  We have two fosters right now.  Someone thought that would be a good idea.  Ummm....no names mentioned.  Pleading the fifth, saying it seemed like the thing to do at the time and all that jazz.  In that nameless person's defense, it was absolutely the right thing to do.

Addy has been with us since February and Wallace since August.  People are missing out I tell you.  They both will make someone a great forever friend.  We find ourselves in the meantime.  Isn't most of life spent in that time zone?  In the meantime we love them, care for them and want them to leave.  In the nicest possible way.  It's like raising teenagers...a whole lot an angst involved and you can't wait for them to leave.  And in the same moment you don't want them to go at all.

So there it is. It's just part of the territory.  Part of fostering, part of waiting, part of loving and letting go.