Remember when I posted in April about our friends John and Ashley, other young, crazy foster people like us? Well, they continue to follow in our crazy footsteps, including their first foster placement being two small children one year apart in age and the call about said children going like this: "It's just one child...actually, just kidding, I was wrong, it's two."
They got their first placement this evening. Two little girls, ages 1 and 2. So, they're scrambling, they're wondering, they're worrying, they're thinking things like "What have we gotten ourselves into?" and "We have no idea what we are doing!" Meanwhile I'm texting them, reminding them that yes, this is really hard at first, but they will find a groove, learn these kids, and be awesome.
It's weird to be on the other side of this. To be the one advising and sounding like I know what's going on, because we sure as heck didn't nine months ago. To be the one sorting out some clothes to box up and send, because we sure relied on the generosity of others when we started out. To be the one confident that they will succeed, because I sure as heck didn't think we would. It's weird and good at the same time.
Here's the favor I need from you. If you are the praying type, will you pray for John and Ashley and these two little girls that have just come to their home? If you are not the praying type, will you send good thoughts, do a happy jig, or some cheerleader moves, you know, whatever, on their behalf? They really need it right now. The first few weeks are hard, hard, hard, hard. I wish we lived in the same city so I could swoop in and help them with this adjustment, or at least stand in the corner of their living room like a creeper and intermittently remind them that they are indeed sane people, that God will lead them through this stage, that this too shall pass, that things will get easier. Because they will.
Tune into their blog for updates. Though maybe don't get your hopes up for a post any time soon. They're a little busy at the moment...