Today we went into court expecting the parents rights would be terminated. The parents have not shown up to court since over a year ago. The parents have not done one thing on their case plan. The parents have not passed a single drug test (only take them when cornered). And today they showed. A trial date has been set and they are contesting the termination of parental rights. Which they have every right to do so. That’s our legal system. If rights are terminated after trial, they have the right to appeal. It’s their right.
In the meantime, we continue to be foster parents when I just want to be the parent.
In the meantime, caseworkers, attorneys, and guardian ad litems still visit monthly.
In the meantime, I need a court order to take them on vacation with me.
In the meantime, if surgery is needed, I also need a court order.
In the meantime, I have to defend every bruise, scratch and bad day because I’m not “that” kind of foster parent. (Newly walking toddler = lots of bumps and bruises!)
In the meantime, they can be taken at a moment’s notice because the system deems it necessary.
My worries continue with no end in sight.
In the meantime, I go home, and I’m still Mommy.
In the meantime, I nag for them to eat their vegetables.
In the meantime, I tuck them in at night.
In the meantime, I get them showered, fed and ready for the school bus.
In the meantime, I turn sight words and ABCs into games.
At the end of the day, the parents haven’t done anything to show they can care for these kids. I have to keep my head up, my anxiety down, and stand by the side lines. While I think these thoughts, my heart breaks for the parents because they are in an impossible situation.