Thursday, August 25, 2022

the rest of the story

 As I have revisited this blog and re-lived some of these memories, one post especially was emotional for me, and I realized that I never finished the story.

You can read the first parts here and here

While Jamere was at our home and in the weeks following, both my mom and I visited his mother and wrote her letters while she was in the jail. She had been arrested for assaulting another woman, and that’s what led to Jamere being placed in our home.

Our hope was to encourage her to get into recovery—she had an alcohol addiction—and be able to take the necessary steps to get her son home, even if he was no longer in our home.

After a month or so passed, she was released and we lost contact with her. We found out that Jamere was removed from the foster home he was placed in, and since we were no longer part of the case, we also lost track of him.

More than a year passed in which we had two more children pass through our home and as a result of the stress of the last child’s case, we made the decision to close our home.

However, the children never just disappear from your heart or memories.

I looked up Jamere’s mother and found out that she was arrested again for robbery of a pharmacy which meant that she likely destroyed her chances of getting her son back.

That was heartbreaking to find out. 

My mom decided to post in a local foster and adoption Facebook group to see if anyone in the group might know of the whereabouts of Jamere.

Someone responded and his foster mom reached out to us.

He had been placed in a foster home for a while and was thriving. The plan was moving towards adoption. However DHS located an uncle several states away, and although Jamere had not known him, DHS arranged for the uncle and family to adopt him.

He was being moved to the Chicago area in a matter of days. But the foster mother welcomed us to come to their home and see him again before he left.

Although it had been more than a year since we had seen him, and he had only lived with us for a week, as soon as he saw us he recognized us and came running for hugs. I cried of course because I was so happy to see him happy! He had had such a rough road and yet he was happy and safe. It was sad to think that he was being moved yet again, but we could only hope that he would adjust again to the new home and that it would be a permanent, stable, loving home for him.

He would be around ten or eleven years old now. I don’t even remember his last name, and of course since he was adopted he would have a new name. So it is unlikely that I will see him again in this life anyway. I hope he is happy now and will continue to be so in his future.




The last night before he left our home

Saying hello and goodbye one last time

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Regrets


 Maybe it’s something about having a milestone birthday coming up that makes a person reflect on life and the decisions that led them to where they are today. 


For most of my life, I have never been one to dwell on the past. In my thinking, the past is the past. There is no reason to go backwards and wish that things were different.

Until recently.

Let me first say that the one thing I don’t regret, and never will regret, is my children. They are my life and what keeps me going. They challenge me and wear me out, and sometimes I get so overwhelmed with trying to meet such vastly different needs between the two of them. But in spite of difficult days, they will never be a regret. I am so, so proud of them both. And I love them.

However I find myself often battling the “what if“ thoughts. What if I had done this differently, what if I had made this choice instead of that choice… I wish…. I wish… I wish….
I try so hard to silence those thoughts because they drag me down. 
In spite of sometimes wishing I could go back and shake my twenty year old self to do things differently, I come back to two things.
First, I hope that I can teach my children from my own mistakes and that they can be more successful that me. 
And secondly, I ask myself what I can do now and into the future, so that ten years from now I won’t have regrets from these days. 

How do you deal with regrets? How do you turn them into something positive?

“And we know that for those who love God, all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.” Rom 8:28

Saturday, August 20, 2022

starting again

It’s been five years since I last posted. I have decided to revive this blog. I used to journal frequently. But life has gotten busier, and I rarely have quiet time to collect my thoughts and journal in a coherent manner, other than a few sentences here and there. 

The majority of this blog was written during my journey of foster parenting, however that chapter of my life is closed permanently, at least as far as I can tell.

I feel like I need some kind of outlet to sort my thoughts about life and reflect on where I have been and where I am going. So much has happened since I wrote my last blog post and I hope to take some time to journal it.

It was more than fifteen years ago that we began the training for foster care. After volunteering at the local shelter, I was determined that we could open our home and make a difference. I hope that in some way we did. 

Looking back I realize how naive I was and maybe a tad bit immature 🫣 If I could go back and change some things, I definitely would change some of my attitudes. But hindsight is 20/20 right?

Our home closed seven years ago. I’ve lost track of all the children that stayed with us with the exception of my adopted son. The two baby girls we had would be nine and six now. I know two girls that are almost the exact same age and I sometimes look at them and wonder how Miss B and Miss C are doing today. Who are they now? What are they like?

I now have two children that keep me busy from morning until night. Turning forty this month with a teenager and a precocious toddler is definitely challenging. I never thought I would find myself where I am at today. It’s been a series of highs and lows, mistakes and happy days. 

But here we are. I’ve got five years of life to reflect on since I last published something. Let’s see if I can keep this blog going 😊❤️

Monday, June 12, 2017

it's been so long...

Occasionally friends ask if I am still blogging, and I say no as it has been a long time since I have even looked at this blog! Almost two years since I last posted....

And in those two years so much has happened and changed, and yet very little has changed. On the surface, much of life is the same as it was two years ago. But after some heartbreaking fostering situations, the last one ending a year ago, I realized it was time for me to end that chapter of my life.

For over 10 years I had been passionate about foster care, about making a difference in the system, starting when I was volunteering at the shelter. I thought it would be my calling for life, but then you realize sometimes that life direction and focus change and things don't always stay the same.

We took in our last baby in October of 2015. She was a newborn from the hospital with drugs in her system. We fully supported visitation with her mother and had assumed that she would be reunified with her mother, as her mom seem invested in working to get her baby back.

Shortly before she turned 6 months, the caseworker informed us that the paternal aunt was hoping to get custody of the baby and she would be completing her homestudy soon. We were surprised for several reasons, including that the plan was still reunification, so another move for the baby would be detrimental. Also, the paternal family had a history of instability documented through court records online.

We filed an objection to removal in court. Up to this point we had fully cooperated with DHS, had not gotten involved with anything to do with court, nor had we gone to court hearings or staffings, as this time our goal was only to provide care for the baby and not get involved with anything beyond that.

The court hearing was horrible and we were accused of wanting to adopt the baby. The judge made it clear that she was looking at this as an adoption case and that the aunt would be the adoptive home, completely dismissing the mother and her efforts.

The baby was moved the next day. From that time forward all communication was severed. In the following months the aunt was twice evicted from her apartment.

6 months later we became aware that the baby had to be removed from the aunt's home because the conditions had deteriorated. This was shortly before the baby's first birthday. We thought they would call us to take the baby again since by law we should be given first choice for placement. But they had already placed her in another foster home. We asked if we could visit. A visit was set up and then two days before the visit we were told it was cancelled and there would be no further visitation because it would traumatize the baby.

Filing a grievance went nowhere, as everyone pointed a finger at someone else as to why the case was handled as it was. The baby was supposedly adopted by that foster mother and I can only hope that she will have a good future after such a tumultuous first year of life.

At that point, I decided that this time I was really finished. In the past, I would take time to grieve and recover and then be ready again. But this time I realized that I could no longer deal with the stress and emotional roller coaster. The state continues to have a shortage of foster homes and yet I can no longer work with a system that is so very broken. There are many devastation foster care stories and i am not the only foster parent that has had to deal with heartbreak. Some find the strength to keep going but I knew that my time was finished.

It is time for me to focus on moving forward, making a good life for the son I do have, and finding new direction in life.

This blog was not originally started to talk about only foster care although that is kind of what it turned into! So maybe this will be the last post or maybe there will be future chapters,

Friday, July 31, 2015

foster loving.

We got the call June 30th for a preschool aged boy. We said yes, even Daniel was fully in agreement. I said yes hesitantly only because I fear the unknown sometimes and bringing a new person into one's life is always full of uncertainties.

The first week was hard. There were many adjustments for everyone. Daniel and "Striker" were both used to being an only child so they were defensive and bickered with each other. After that first week things began to settle. The boys started getting along, and actually began playing well with each other with fewer and fewer squabbles.

For the first couple of weeks, the plan was that Striker would go to a relative after the home was approved. When that fell through, we were looking at him living with us for at least several months, if not longer. Daniel was definite that he was in agreement with that plan. On my good days, I was happy about it. On my tired days, I wondered if I could really assimilate a 4.5 year old into my life once the Fall schedule started.

But it made me happy to watch the boys playing outside on the trampoline, wrestle together, and hearing them play with cars and Legos together. Daniel is sociable and once he got over the hard first week, he seemed to, for the most part, enjoy having a buddy (not that they didn't get on each others nerves at times!)

So when the caseworker relayed the news to us today that there was another kinship possibility that had come forward, and looked promising, all of the hard things suddenly seemed minor and the sacrifices and inconveniences didn't seem so hard anymore. I realized I was going to miss the little man when he moves, whether that is next week or months from now. When I told Daniel of the latest possibilities, I got teary. I think I cry when every child leaves. Even the hardest one earlier this year, I cried for two days and still have his picture in my room.

I don't like loss and I don't like to be sad. But when these children come and go, I let myself process my feelings in front of Daniel so that he learns that it's ok to love and let go. It's ok to feel sad. And it's ok to grieve.

I still grieve over my little Miss B. I miss her all the time. Each of these kiddos is unique and become a part of our lives.

So we continue one day at a time, trusting that God will work out what is best for this current child.


Saturday, January 31, 2015

The story of Miss B part 2


 For 14 months we provided a home for Miss B. We picked her up from the hospital and dealt with a crazy system for 14 months until the DHS worker arrived unannounced to take her to her biological father, without giving us a chance to say goodbye.
After months of trying to process those 14 months, and the grief that accompanied the whole experience, I have decided to write about all of it. I will not give out specific names of any of the people involved.
Also, I am choosing to focus very little on the biological family in order to respect their privacy. Instead I am processing how a system that is supposed to be about "child welfare" handled her case so poorly. I will be writing this in parts, so this is Part 2, and Part 1 can be found here.

In order to maintain confidentiality, I will refer to Miss B as "Butterfly"

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By October 2013, Butterfly was 6 months old. Visits were still filled with distress and crying and it wasn't getting better. The therapist-candidate sent an email that after "staffing" it she decided it would work best if my mom was in part of the visit so there was overlap to help minimize Butterfly's stress and crying.

Also, in October 2013 an accelerated court hearing was scheduled. At that hearing, the judge ordered that the parents start getting unsupervised visits with the children. I questioned the baby's attorney on this since the mother was not producing clean drug tests and had made little progress on the treatment plan. I could not fathom why the judge was ordering unsupervised visits under the circumstances.

But we had no idea what actually happened in the accelerated hearing, because all of the foster parents were asked to leave the courtroom. Later we were told that the tribal worker made a lot of nasty accusations against all of the foster parents, but us especially. She told the judge that we spoiled the baby and never let her cry. The judge was suspicious that we did not have her in daycare, and the tribal worker implied that the baby cried in visits because she had not had trauma in her life. In other words she was just too sensitive and it was our fault.

An even bigger surprise came as Thanksgiving approached--we were told that the judge was ordering all the children to go to the father's house for several days over Thanksgiving. The tribal worker wanted them to go from Wed-Mon. I thought I was going to faint. Butterfly was only doing two one-hour supervised visits/week and was barely coping with that. The father knew nothing about her daily life or habits.

By this time a psychologist became involved in the case. We had also worked with her in Daniel's case and she had been pivotal in his case for good. She had a reputation as one of THE infant mental health experts in our area, and we were excited that she was going to be a part of Butterfly's case. She visited along with the DHS caseworker at our home twice briefly, and met with the therapist candidate. To my knowledge she never observed live parent/child interaction.

After her visits at our home, she never responded to phone calls or emails, and we learned later that her involvement in the case was primarily getting info from the candidate and the DHS worker and then giving her opinion based off of their info.

But, her involvement put the brakes on unsupervised visits, as well as cancelling the Thanksgiving overnight on Butterfly's behalf. The alternative that was presented to the judge was that Butterfly would increase to 3-4 weekly visits with the parents starting in January.

By this time we had a regular email/FB/phone/text relationship with the other foster families of Butterfly's older siblings. We would talk about our experiences, vent, share encouragement and prayers. I felt close to them since we had shared experiences with these siblings.

In mid-December 2013 there was another review hearing. We were not expecting big changes for Butterfly, but the other foster parents were expecting that their children would be returning to the father. Much to everyone's surprise, their therapist at the same agency raised some concerns with some of the behaviors of the children following visitation and the judge made no major changes with any of the children. The other foster parents were relieved and we all had a peaceful Christmas.

In January 2014 Butterfly, now 9 months old, began visitation 3 times/week--twice per week with the therapist candidate and once/week at the DHS building with the whole family. We drove her to these visits every week and rarely cancelled, even though it was stressful and alot of gas $$ !

I asked the therapist candidate if I could meet with her after a visit in early January. When I arrived she told me it had been Butterfly's worst visit since the last fall. She acted bewildered as to why it was so bad. We talked and I shared some of my concerns with her. I asked her why she only took little video clips when Butterfly was NOT crying in visits and why she didn't video EVERYTHING, including the visits where she was clearly distressed (like that day.) She didn't have an answer except to say that it would be too hard to video the whole visit because the court might subpoena it. (Later I wondered if her short video clips were what she used with the DHS worker and the psychologist to convince them that all was well?)

She told me that her only focus was what happened in the room during the visit and nothing beyond that. So essentially it did not matter what we told her about Butterfly's difficulties with sleeping and her excessive clingingess following the visit. She told me her estimated timeline for when unsupervised and overnight visits would start, and reminded me that she was working for reunification. She took every opportunity throughout these months to remind us that she was helping the bonding process because her goal was reunification.

Also, in January we met with the baby's attorney and the Assistant District Attorney who had the case in juvenile court. We expressed to them our feelings about how visits were going and that we wanted a qualified therapist involved with Butterfly, one who would listen. We also mentioned that because Butterfly had prenatal exposure to drugs and alcohol we wanted to have her evaluated in OKC at a place which specialized in children who had prenatal exposure. I thought that early intervention gives a child the best possible opportunities to overcome any hurdles that may come up. We also entertained that possibility that Butterfly's sleep difficulties and extreme stress in visits could be due to prenatal exposure. Both women thought that was a great idea.

In January one of Butterfly's siblings had to leave her foster home due to the foster mother's health issues. Rather than move her to another foster home that the foster family suggested, the DHS worker moved the little girl to the biological father. This was done with no court order or approval. It turns out that the preschooler was there for about 6 weeks with no oversight. Later the DHS worker was reprimanded in court. There was also a referral called in to DHS regarding some other siblings and things that occurred during overnight visits. The DHS worker screened the referrals out.

By this time we were working with a psychological clinician from Soonerstart. She visited Butterfly in our home weekly. She listened, observed, and tried to talk with all parties.  She had us bring Butterfly to her office in order to observe her in a different setting with strangers, and she attempted to observe Butterfly at the therapeutic agency. However, the agency would not let her observe through a window and instead told her she had to be IN the visit, which then changed the dynamics of the visit since Butterfly knew her well and liked her.

February 2014 there was another hearing. At this hearing everyone knew that the judge was going to order trial reunification to begin for the children except for Butterfly. She did. She ordered that trial reunification begin for all the siblings, happening at intervals. The oldest girl was already at the father's home, so two of the children would go next and then the other would go in March. If for some reason anything prevented trial reunification from occurring, the tribal worker wanted the kids moved out of the foster homes and into a relative's home. This relative had already had the children previously, and taken them to the shelter after 2 months of trying to care for the kids. But this same relative got approval from the court to take the children again if trial reunification with the father failed.

Our home was the only ICWA compliant home because I am tribal so that was not an issue, however the tribal worker took this opportunity to again rip into us and she told the court that all of Butterfly's sensitivities were our fault.

At this hearing the therapist-candidate submitted a report that the visits were going well and she had no concerns. This was after her telling me in January that it was the worst visit since fall. We were still documenting and our documentation did not match the therapist-candidate's documentation. The candidate also reported that she was going to organize a meeting with all the people involved with Butterfly to decided on how to help Butterfly overcome her distress in and following visitation, however the people surprisingly excluded from the meeting were us, her foster family--the ones who knew the baby best. The judge was surprised that we were not going to be included in the meeting and said that we should be able to attend.

In February 2014 the meeting was scheduled and those invited included the DHS worker, the Soonerstart clinician, the therapist candidate and her supervisor, both parents, the psychologist, Butterfly's pediatrician, and the tribal worker. However the pediatrician, psychologist, and tribal worker did not go. The pediatrician sent a letter instead.

The DHS worker called us the night before and told us that it was planned that all of the "professionals" would meet first, and then we and the parents would be called in for the last half of the meeting. She said if there was anything we wanted her to cover in the first part of the meeting to email it to her that night.

I emailed her an outline of my concerns but she never printed or saw it before the meeting.

So that Wednesday morning we arrived and were ushered to a waiting room while the professionals discussed the case. When we were called in, we found out that they had already determined the plan and we were just supposed to agree with it, no questions asked. Since we had been asking for months for a separate therapist just for Butterfly, they decided that my mom would bring in Butterfly an extra hour before the parent visit and the therapist candidate would be Butterfly's therapist. She would do Theraplay with Butterfly and coach my mom in that.

At this meeting, the DHS worker said that she had no idea of the judge's timeline for reunification and as far as she knew, the next permanency hearing was in August which was 6 months away. The Soonerstart clinician suggested that we review how things were going after 30 days and see if there were any changes that needed to be made for Butterfly's well-being.

When my mom tried to bring up the concerns that she had hoped to discuss at the meeting, which included the discrepancies between my mom's court report and the therapist candidate's court report,  the DHS worker got testy and said things were settled, we were moving forward and not looking back.

After discussing it at home, we decided that the plan as it was presented was only adding extra hours and not really accomplishing anything. Later we received an email that said that the therapist could not actually bill all of those hours to Soonercare, so the DHS worker was going to have to oversee one of the visits.

Rather than saying no to the plan altogether, we came up with an alternative. We would stay with 3 visits per week, with the therapist overseeing two, the DHS worker overseeing one, and having Butterfly see a very experienced psychologist on our time.

Both the DHS worker and her supervisor rejected that plan, saying that they absolutely did not want the psychologist we suggested involved, and that involving him would only slow down reunification.

The story of Miss B part 1

 For 14 months we provided a home for Miss B. We picked her up from the hospital and dealt with a crazy system for 14 months until the DHS worker arrived unannounced to take her to her biological father without giving us a chance to say goodbye.
After months of trying to process those 14 months and the grief that accompanied the whole experience I have decided to write about all of it. I will not give out specific names of any of the people involved.
Also, I am choosing to focus very little on the biological family in order to respect their privacy. Instead I am processing how a system that is supposed to be about "child welfare" handled her case so poorly. I will be writing this in parts, so this is Part 1.

In order to maintain confidentiality, I will refer to Miss B as "Butterfly"

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Sunday, April 7, 2013 we got a call from DHS needing someone to pick up a 4-day old girl from the hospital. The worker on call had known our family from a few years previously, and thought we would be a good home for a newborn. Looking back, the events of that morning were so precise. Had we returned the call just minutes later, that baby girl would have gone to a different home.

A newborn baby was not on my radar, and a baby girl was definitely not. I had told our DHS worker that I was interested in boys, since I still had boy clothes and boy toys, and I was especially interested in toddler boys. After praying about it we said yes, and that afternoon we brought home a teeny tiny infant girl.

I had never seen such a tiny baby in my life--barely 5 lbs--and had never cared for such a little person. I had been around babies alot and raised Daniel since 2.5 months old, but little Butterfly was the smallest baby I had ever seen!

We settled into routine, waking up nightly every 2 hours to feed her. She slept alot during the day and loved to be held. She was just a doll and we adored her. Within the next few weeks we were finally given info about the family and the case, and her worker came out for a visit, as well as the tribal worker. Had I known about the complexities of the case I might have said no, but when we said yes we knew nothing except that there was a baby that needed a home.

Although we were told about the dysfunction surrounding the case, and the hostility being displayed by the father towards the foster families of the other siblings, for those first few months it never touched us. Butterfly had no family contact and our life was pretty normal. In fact we were told that the father was denying paternity and said even if she was his that he wanted to give her up. A paternity test revealed that he was the father and later he decided he wanted her.

In late June 2013, DHS organized a "Family Group Conference" to discuss the case. I stayed home with the children but my mom attended. A tentative plan was laid out and the worker told the parents what to expect and when the next court date would be. It was also decided that Butterfly would start visits with the parents and siblings at DHS, but the plan was to also begin "therapeutic visits" between the children and parents individually, and then eventually siblings and parents together.

Around this time Butterfly was also assigned her third DHS worker. So in the space of three months she had three different workers. The third worker ironically had been Daniel's permanency worker. That was a little concerning since we had a history with that worker, but we decided to be optimistic and hope for a good working relationship.

The first few visits at DHS were stressful for Butterfly. There were some concerns on our part about her behavior during and/or following the visits. My mom asked to be able to overlap in the visit since the family were strangers to Butterfly now that she was almost 3 months old. The tribal worker was agreeable to that, but the DHS worker initially was adamant that my mom be out of the visit, until one time Butterfly was inconsolable and she finally called my mom back into the visit.

By the end of August 2013, the therapeutic visits had been set up and Butterfly was to go for the intake. We were familiar with the agency from workshops they had hosted for foster families. I was excited to work with them because in the past we always had a good relationship, and I had thought they seemed like they had a heart for fostering and understood the needs of foster children and families.

However, within the first few weeks I wrote in emails that I was concerned with the therapist-candidate (meaning she was not yet licensed) who had been assigned. She lacked experience and credentials in infant mental health, which is a unique field. I also did not think that she was interested in seeing the "big picture," instead focusing solely on what went on in the room for that 1/2 hour visit.

We had experience with therapeutic visits with other qualified individuals, and the current experience with the candidate was nowhere near what previous therapists had provided.

My mom asked the candidate if she could be in the visit initially since that was what was working best at DHS. Then they could slowly work her out of the visit. The candidate said no, so for weeks Butterfly cried throughout the visits with each parent. Or she would cry during the first 1/2 hour and sleep during the second 1/2 hour. The candidate frequently had an excuse for why Butterfly was crying, even though she barely knew Butterfly. And she would make assumptions that she was tired or hungry, even though we made sure we brought her well rested and fed.

By this time, Fall 2013, Butterfly had two visits per week with her parents. One was at the therapeutic agency, and the second was with all the siblings at the DHS building.

September 2013, Butterfly stopped sleeping through the night after a particular visit at the agency. We were documenting everything and doing daily logs. It was recorded in the August court report that Butterfly was sleeping through the night regularly. But after visits increased and then after one particular visit, I sent out an email stating that she had awakened 8 times that night and I was baffled at this sudden change. From that time on her sleep declined.

The DHS worker came for her monthly visit and we told her of our concerns with the therapeutic visits as well as the sudden change in sleep patterns. We had also done research to find some very qualified infant mental health therapists in town who came highly recommended, and asked the worker if we could take Butterfly to see one of them. She said SHE would arrange it and make some calls. She never did and we never heard anything more about it.