Three years. That's how long the twin baby dolls have been floating through the crazy foster care system. My family celebrated their third birthday last month. Three years. How can a child not have a sense of permanency for so long? How can a child hold onto the hope of feeling settled and safe and loved for so long? I have no idea how the girls have survived these first three years of their lives. They've been through so many changes. They've seen so many things their little eyes never should have witnessed. They've endured more trauma than one person could ever imagine. It took three years, and today their lives changed forever.
Let me back up a bit and catch you up to this moment. October 2015 was my rock bottom. That's when I had to say goodbye to the girls and spend the next 270ish days praying for their safety. They were moved into their biological mother's home and I will never know all that they experienced. I know some details, which I'm unable to put into writing, but I cannot imagine the fear and stress that was put on them during that time.
At the beginning of June 2016 I was asked to take placement of another sibling set. I had finally come to a place where I realized I would never see the twins again, and I needed to move on with my life. So I opened my heart to Little Man and Baby Girl. Three weeks later, as I sat in a meeting at work with my co-supervisor and boss, the call that I never expected came: "Anna, can you take the twins back?" Without question, I became foster momma to FOUR babies under the age of three. What?!? And I bought a mini van. What?!? It took almost two months for the girls to move back to Topeka, again for reasons I cannot put in writing, but they finally were safe. Unfortunately, Little Man couldn't handle a house full of women, so he now lives with an amazing family and we still see him every week.
The twins came back to my home in a very sickly state. They had lost the weight we had worked so hard to gain and they were not verbal. I will never forget the moment I saw them. The agency car pulled into my driveway (after I paced my house for an hour waiting for them to get here) and I was at the driver's door before she even had time to put it in park. I was very fearful the girls wouldn't remember me. So I carefully opened one of the doors and ever so quietly and gently said "hi baby" as I held back every tear fighting to flood my eyes. She looked at me. And what felt like minutes of a blank stare passing from her face to mine, she slowly grinned at me and I knew. She remembers. I carried her in the house with her sister just a few steps behind us in the driver's arms. Inside the house, I sat in the middle of the living room floor with her on my lap. The driver placed her sister down to walk, and she came straight to me and backed up to sit on my lap. All was well. If I had it my way, the girls never would have gone to bed that night! But we eventually did, and the next morning we went to see my parents after dropping the other kiddos off at daycare. When we arrived at my parent's house, my Dad opened the door and there were lots of giggles and then they bee-lined it to the hidden toy box in their living room. We all laughed and said "well, they're home!"
Fast forward to today. After multiple court hearings in the last few months, today was our big one. Today their parent's rights were terminated. Three years. Three years of hard work. The girls have an incredibly hard working case manager. I am so thankful for her and the encouragement she's been to me. For those that think negatively of case manager's in this field, you have no idea what their job entails and the daily grind they endure. Without her, the twins' case would never have gotten here. She deserves recognition for what she has done.
So what's next? Well, it isn't hard to guess that I've already cried A LOT today, Ha! So we can check that off the list. Now I plan to just sit in this moment. This moment of relief. The girls will never go back to where they came from. They will never endure the trauma. They will never feel scared for their safety. They will always have a home. They will always be safe. They will always be loved. So we sit here for a minute. Eventually I'll have to make a decision that will change all of our lives. I honestly do not know what decision that will be. Assuming I will adopt them is unfair. There are a lot of aspects to be considered.
Like any young girl, I always dreamt of the day I would be married, then get pregnant and have a baby, and then adopt a child in need of a loving family. I never dreamt of being 36 years old, single, and facing the biggest decision of my lifetime, alone. I have a laundry list of fears and dreams I'll have to let go of. If I adopt, I will have to let go of the dream of marriage. Because who's gonna want to sign up for this mess of my life?! I'll be doing things "backwards". I'll have to make sure I can financially support three of us, and what if I lose my income or get sick or hurt? I'll have to consider whether the girls will resent me for "taking them away from their family" when they get older. And I'll never be coordinated enough to braid their hair right! These are just a few of the gazillion thoughts I've been mulling over for the last few months. Some are petty, some could be life altering. I keep hearing friends and family tell me I'll make the best decision for me and my girls and I'll be supported either way. That's not helpful people!! Someone just tell me what to do! Can I imagine my life without them? No. But doesn't every parent secretly wish they could have just one weekend without their kids?! I hope that's normal and it doesn't mean I'm a terrible momma! There's so much to consider, process, and stress over. And on top of all of this, I still have Baby Girl to consider.
Three years is a long time. I can finally breathe again. So for now, I'll do just that. I'll breathe. And I'll know that God is good. He is bigger than I give Him credit for and He knows my future. Please continue to pray for my little family and the decisions that will be made. And thank you for being patient with me while offering grace around my crazy.