Mom

Mom has been in one facility and has moved to a new one now.  She can now have weekly visits.  In order for us to be able to take Dumplin to see her, we had to attend an orientation at the facility.  We got the Dos and Don'ts.  Overall, duh.  We can't slip her money, cigarettes, alcohol, weapons, or drugs.  We had to sign off on the policies and provide our driver's license for ID.

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Hold on, let's talk about the anonymity of foster parents.

Apparently, in this state, there is none.

From that first visit with Dad, we had to sign in at the building where we were visiting.  A sticker with our names was printed and we wore it on our shirt.  This gave Dad our whole names.

Fast forward to this orientation....Mom had family come to the orientation as well.  We had to sign in with our full name.  They stepped up and signed right after us.  Guess what?  Now they have our full names. 

I have a friend who has fostered in another state and their identity was protected the entire time.  Even in court, they used just their first name or maybe added their last initial, but they were never addressed by their full names in front of the birth family.

I suppose this lack of concern was surprising to me....but it's done now.  And Google will be on their side.
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Orientation was supposed to be just orientation....but for some strange reason, they allowed Mom to come out and meet me with Dumplin.  Awkward at first.  I have this woman's baby.   She hadn't known who had her baby since the first foster family gave him up and she said she had been worried about him.  Mom said she was glad to meet me.  She held him the entire time, which was fine, until he was fussy.  Then, I had a hard time not coaching her.  Honestly, it had been a while since they had seen each other....who knows whether or not he knew that was Mom.  So sad to me.  I can't imagine.

Mom was nice.  Seemed grateful that Dumplin was obviously being properly cared for.  He fell asleep on her before the end of the visit.  They told us our time was up and, after goodbyes, she handed me her son and we headed out.  The next 'official' visitation would be the next Sunday.

I am only required to give her four hours of visitation per month.  This facility allows weekly 2-hour visits.  I wasn't sure if I would go each week, but quickly decided I would.  I would desire that greatly if the tables were turned - y'all, I really am trying to think of how I would feel in her situation.  Does she deserve this grace??  Nope.  But do any of us deserve grace? 

We will drive two cars to church each week so Dumplin and I can go straight from church to the facility, of course, on the opposite side of the city.  

I will miss my Sunday afternoon down time....