I am blogging from the car. We have no internet or cable at the new house yet. So I sit here, in the apartment's driveway, using our internet, not wanting to get two toddlers out by myself. Even as I type this they are starting to cry, so this won't be long.
Did you know we are officially licensed to foster? We were approved last week, then a day later we accepted our first placement. We got the call around 3:30am, found out a tiny bit of information, said yes, then by 4:30am he was here.
For the sake of privacy and anonymity, I'm going to call him C. C is 1 1/2 years old. He was placed due to severe neglect and abandonment. When we first got him, he didn't eat, didn't cry, didn't want to be touched, didn't know how to play with toys. He is completely non-verbal. Although in the past week, we have already seen great strides in all these areas. It is very encouraging.
Lilah, on the other hand, has been a beast. She hits, spits, steals toys, yells, and deliberately disobeys. Her bad behavior is constant. There is no break, there are little things she does right. I am going to lose my mind.
I am trying to be compassionate and graceful in my parenting with her, but it's very frustrating. I am completely overwhelmed right now. Poor girl has been through a lot in the past week, but so have I, and I am tired and having a hard time being patient. I think these next few months will be some of the hardest ever.
I received an encouraging reminder this morning from a friend: For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken (Psalms 62:1-2). Needing God's mercy and grace now more than ever.