The call was a placement worker in the foster care system, and she was calling about potential adoptive placements for three separate children– 6 yr old girl, 7 yr old boy, and an 8 yr old boy. We could basically listen to the details for each child, and decide which one (ones?) we were interested in.
We ruled out the first two pretty quickly. One, because we are only looking for boys. Two, because of some pretty heavy issues going on with the 7-year old boy.
That leaves us with the third child, an 8 year old boy. I spoke with the placement people on Tuesday, and with the case worker yesterday. There are no red flags, there are no issues that would cause us to be alarmed. He has a lot of the same interests as we do. He is an athlete, he does well in school, and he just needs parents that won’t disappoint him or let him down.
He’s an adorable little boy in need of a forever family.
As a family, we sat down and went through everything we know about this little fella, and every one of us was in agreement to give the go-ahead.
I can’t give really any details about him, but I will just say we are going to meet him in the very near future. My stomach is in knots, and I can hardly think straight because I have this running to-do list in my brain of everything we need to do.
I’m trying really, really hard to not get my hopes up because there is still a pretty large chance that things won’t work out, that his current foster family will decide to adopt him, or that a birth family member shows up all of a sudden, or maybe we just won’t feel like we mesh well with him.
As of right this minute, I am letting go and giving it all to God. He will decide if this is the right child for us. This journey is way too much of a roller coaster ride, and I need to have faith and know that God will give us a child when the time is right.