Today we signed the adoption placement agreement for RB, officially taking us from “foster family” to “pre adoptive family”. It felt strange, because I thought I would be more excited. I don’t know that it’s sunk in yet. With A, it was the same way. I kept expecting to feel over the moon, but in reality it was more of a quiet sense of satisfaction. Really, A had been with us almost 2 years when we finalized her adoption, and RB has been with us for a year, so it could be that it doesn’t feel like much because they were already mine long before the judge signed a paper.
However, we also signed another document today: the closure of our foster license.
The whole situation with A2 and DCF making her to move out forced our hand, and I am so very angry and sad. A2 is of course worth it, and there was no other course to take, it’s just hard. Fostering has been a HUGE part of our lives for years now. We’ve loved on more than 30 kids. Little S has literally never known anything different. But now that piece of our lives has been taken away, and I feel like a table someone just chopped a leg off of. After I signed the paper I cried.
Honestly, I didn’t expect to feel this level of grief. I suppose it makes sense, because fostering is something that I truly love, and something that I have felt a sense of purpose from…and now it’s gone. Likely not forever, because after we get A2’s felony expunged in a few years we will probably be able to pick it back up again. Nevertheless, for the foreseeable future, I can no longer call myself a foster parent.
I know it’s necessary. I know it’s (probably) temporary. But it hurts. I’ve loved what I do, and I’ve loved my kids. It hurts to let that go.