Today we had another visit from the social worker. They come twice a month to speak with the boys, to speak with us, and to do a home inspection. (That's just the social worker, it doesn't include the phone calls/visits with their ILP workers, county workers, etc). Today's visit was much more thorough and in-depth, she was here for a long time. It's odd, I have nothing to hide, but I get nervous and apprehensive, almost like I'm about to get in trouble for something. Sometimes I feel like saying, "we really don't need to do all this, you see, I'm normal, I'm not one of those crazy or weird foster parents".
When we were first getting approved to be licensed, I was amazed at the rules and checklists that applied to us and to our home, that we go over every month. (For example, checking our water heater to make sure it's at the appropriate temperature, all medicines are kept in a locked box, cleaning supplies can't be kept in the kitchen at all or anywhere at eye level or below). Today ended with a big list of "To Dos" for Jeff and myself, including 18 hours of training by August, getting our CPR renewed a.s.a.p., act out and complete a fire drill as well as post an evacuation route. (Luckily, our first aid is good for another year). The list could go on and on.
It's been challenging at times having the boys. I've also learned a lot about myself. Even with all of the struggles, the bad days, frustrations, and endless agency requirements, I would still do it over again. They have immensely blessed our lives and have given me opportunities to grow and slowly become the person Heavenly Father knows I can be. And for that, I am extremely grateful.
