Luckily we were able to maintain contact with them, their Aunt even had us take them for several hours on Sundays so she could have a break, they could see us, and they could continue to go to church. That lasted for about seven months, then all of the sudden calls stopped and mine were left unreturned. I have been left wondering ever since. Wondering if they’re okay. Wondering if they reentered the system.
I dreamed about them last night, it was so real. They were back in foster care and had been separated into 3 homes because they couldn’t find a home to keep them together, yet they hadn’t called us. Then a new social worker came on the case, realized we had beds available and jumped through a bunch of hoops to get them into our home, towards the end of my dream it was looking like we were going to be able to keep them. Sigh, ADOPT them!
Then I woke up.
It took me a few moments to actually come to realize that it was all just a dream and that they weren’t sleeping down the hall. ….So, the answer to the question that SO many ask is YES, it IS hard to give them up, YES I think about them.
All the time.
... and YES, I will pick up the broken pieces of my heart and do it all over again.