So, now Sebastian is 6. Well, 6 AND A HALF, if you ask him. He wants a little brother. At 38 (and a half) I am in no condition to squeeze out more babies, so I let our foster care licensing social worker know that we though we were ready to become a "Flexible Family," willing to accept placements of children in hopes of finding one (or maybe more) to adopt.
Well, that was like 2 months ago. All of a sudden, my phone has been lit up by the placement worker at Washoe County Department of Social Services. She describes children who are in all different kinds of bad situations. One such child is a slightly developmentally disabled 2 year old. It is hard to tell her no, but we need to adhere somewhat to the vision we have for our family - where we have two or three sons (girls find adoptive parents more easily than boys) who are all not much younger than, but absolutely younger than, Sebastian.
Social Services called again - there's a boy named Tyler. He'll be 5 this month. There's not a lot they can tell me but that he's been in foster care for 2 years (this time around) and it's time to find him a forever family. His parents want him back - but with their history - it has been an uphill battle that WCSS says they will lose, shortly.
I didn't ask much about his specifics - what his health problems are, what he looks like. . . . I only asked if they believe that he can assimilate into a new family. They tried to be encouraging, but my guess is they just don't really know. They kept telling me how attached he is to his current foster family, which is a whole new topic.
So, the bottom line is, he is coming to live with us whether he wants to or not. (He doesn't). I get to meet him on Friday, May 7. I am terrified and excited. I hope he likes me but I know he doesn't want me. I pray that God is at work here and He will help me find the right things to say, or not say . . , do, or not do . . . to put this little guy as much at ease as possible.
