Rollercoasters

Not ten minutes after I wrote my last blog about packing the girls' bags I got unexpected news. An email came that changed my lack of hope into an overwhelming feeling of happiness and confusion. It was an email I was praying for. An email I never thought would come.

30 days ago I received an email I was not ready for. The girls' case manager sent me a "30 Day Notice to Move." The girls' move was set into motion so they could be placed with a family member in another state. There were a lot of thoughts and questions and raw emotion that came with that news. Thoughts like "I knew this would happen some day." "All kids should be with their family." "I hope the girls will be safe and loved." Questions started entering my mind like "Why now? After a year? Why didn't this family member come around a year ago? " "Will the girls forget me?" "Will I see the girls again?" "Is this really best for them?" And then came the emotions: sadness, anger, frustration, confusion.

Over the last 30 days I had attempted to set up a get-together with the birth mother and the family member that will be placement. The birth mother sent texts thanking me for all I'd done. She told me how important I'd been to her and the girls. She said she knew continued contact would be needed because the girls would miss me. In all of my attempts to get together, I was always turned down with unexplained reasons. And then one week before the girls' final day with me I got another email from the case manager. That email was devastating. More devastating than the notice to move. This time I was told the birth mother and family member were playing me. While telling me they wanted continued contact, they were telling the case manager they were going to cut off contact with me as soon as the girls were in their possession.

I love rollercoasters. I live for adventure. I love the feeling of being out of control and having to trust I won't die. The faster the better. The more spirals, loops, and upside down turns make the ride more thrilling. Even the ones that go backwards and coasters where your legs dangle free. I love them! But riding a rollercoaster in a place created for fun and adventure is totally different than riding an emotional rollercoaster. I hate the latter. The last eight months have been a rollercoaster. The last 30 days have been been like that old, rickety, wooden rollercoaster that you can't wait to get off. Your head hurts, your body aches, you're exhausted, dizzy, ready to puke, and you're not 100% sure you're going to survive the ride.

The email that came yesterday was like the unexpected drop toward the end of the ride. That drop that comes just when you think the ride is slowing down and you're about to finally see the exit. The case manager's supervisor emailed this time. And the message made my head spin. I still don't have any answers or information for why, but the supervisor was asking if the girls could continue to come to my home. She asked if they could spend the weekends with me. She didn't know how long this would be or what it will look like. But she wanted to know if we could start right away.

I can't put into words how I felt. I had to read that email over and over and over. The sobs and tears and convulsions that overtook my body in that moment are somewhat embarrassing to think about! FINALLY!! Finally, someone is listening. Someone is paying attention to the girls' best interests. Even if for just one more weekend, I can be sure the girls are safe.

I sent a text to my family. They immediately responded. My mom called because she was driving and couldn't keep up with the texts. I answered the phone through tears, "Mom, I don't know what happened, but the girls aren't leaving yet. They're coming back home next weekend." I heard my mom sobbing and trying to exclaim, " Oh Anna! Oh Anna! I've been praying so hard for something, anything!" We both continued to do that awkward cry and laugh and yell with excitement through the phone. She was just a few blocks from my house and came right over. In the middle of it all my dad was texting about all the "creative" ways he was coming up with for how we could keep them even longer. My sisters were asking questions. It was seriously one of the most exciting, confusing, and joy-filled moment of this entire journey.

So now I sit here writing a post about the unknown of our future. Instead of the post I had planned to write about how we were spending our last 48 hours together. At some point during the ride, you start looking for the end of the rails because you're ready to get off. This has been the longest rollercoaster of my life. But I'm not ready to get off. Not yet. I expect a few more loops and turns on this ride. But I'm buckled in and I'm trusting I will survive.