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As a foster parent, I never really imagined adopting. We were just looking at fostering...helping children until they could return home. We wanted a large family, but medically that was not possible.
It started out with a visit to our local CPS office to take a child for their visit. I had the sudden urge to use the restroom, decided not to, and walked away. I stopped halfway out and decided to go back. Guess who was sitting in the lobby? Our SW!!! We know they do not usually do that Lol. In all the three years we fostered, I never ran into her. Well, she very jokingly asked if we wanted a boy. We had 2 bio daughters and kept it at just girls. We were in the process of moving three hrs away (my husband had already left). I said, "Sure." She looked at me in shock and asked if I was serious, as she was just joking. My oldest daughter asked when we could get him. I told her yes I was serious. She asked if I needed to call my husband. I told her no, he would be ok w/ it. She then went on to explain that he had a younger brother who was 2 1/2, and had multiple special needs. I agreed to take him to. All this time, I was confident that everything would work out. Well, to make a long story short...our 4 and 1/2 year old in now nine. We added their brother a year after we finalized...he was just 13 days old when we got him. To think, if I had not gone back into that office who knows where our sons would be today. The FM only wanted the special needs child, the grandparents had just given notice that day on the older child. My sons would not have grown up w/ each other. Our oldest had some serious behavioral issues and was bouncing from home to home ( four in 11 months). My agency had found a placement for him...but my SW said no that she wanted him placed with us. If we had not met our sons, I would not have the baby. I have enjoyed having the opportunity to stay at home with him since we picked him up. I did not have that opportunity with my girls. I truely believe that it was meant to be....and for that I am forever grateful!! MY life lesson: Listen to that inner voice...I try, but sometimes ignore it...later regret it when I don't listen.
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