Saturday, October 1st, marked one year since Zoe entered foster care.
She reminded me of this as she left for the high school football game Friday night, asking if we were going to celebrate. That made me pause.
I wasn’t sure if a year in foster care was cause for celebration, but if she feels it is, then it is. After all, this is her story.
It should be marked, remembered, made note of – and if that means doughnuts on Saturday morning, then I guess that’s a celebration.
Because that’s what happened here. Russ picked up doughnuts for Zoe before he left with the boys for the first of two football games that morning.
When Zoe rolled out of bed (three hours later, of course) I pointed out the special treat in her honor, and she was pleased. I told her we’re so glad to have this time with her in our family.
Zoe feels like part of our family now, not in a “we claim her as our own” way, but in a “we’re comfortable together” way.
She spent her first eight months with another family, and the last four with us. It is our blessing and joy to be her foster family.
Last Thursday we went to court. It was my first time in court because our last court date was the day of Wogauyu’s emergency appendectomy. I met more of her family, which was great, and we had plenty of time to visit in the waiting room.
When it was our turn in court, it was brief, and our next court date was scheduled for mid-January.
We’ll miss Zoe when she is gone, but we’re pulling for her family and want the very best for them. She is eager to be back with her family and misses them very much.
A friend recently said, “I couldn’t be a foster parent, I would get too attached and want to adopt her,” referring to Zoe. I pointed out, “But here’s the thing, she has a mom and dad, she doesn’t need to be adopted. We get to be like extended family when she goes home. We love her and she’ll visit, but we don’t get to be her parents. She has parents.”
Every situation is unique, but in this one, we need to keep our heads and hearts in the right place, on the side of reunification and the hope of a happy, healthy family for Zoe.
*Zoe is the name our foster daughter chose to use on the blog. It is not her real name.