*peers out from beneath a pile of parenting*
Oh, hi. We have a foster child.
That’s probably not news to those of you who follow me on social media. You’ll know we found out we were licensed and had our first placement during the same phone call exactly two weeks ago.
If you want to know what it’s been like, the best I can figure to tell you is this: Picture all the chaos and the endless I-have-no-idea-what-I’m-doing moments you experience when you bring your first baby home.
Now imagine the baby is three years old and comes with his own unique set of challenges and one day, he crash-lands unexpectedly into every aspect of your life and the life of your spirited four-year-old son who is quite used to being an only child.
It’s been crazy. Duh.
I will pop in here with little updates in the coming weeks, but if you want to follow us on our journey in a more consistent and detailed way, I’ll be at The New York Times’ Motherlode blog every Tuesday for the next few months. I began writing a Foster Parent Diary there last week after we brought home our little BlueJay (a nickname he earned rather swiftly and the only name I’ll publicly use for him).
If you want to catch up, here are the first two posts in the series:
I wish I could post a picture of him here. Cuz, guys, he’s cute. Like, reeeeally cute. Like, so cute that he knows he’s cute.
Ah well. Maybe one day.