Sunday, September 1, 2013

My House

When I first bought my little house I was single. No fiancé, no kids, no dogs. Just me. I had already started the adoption process and was just waiting to close on my house to fill out the last bit of paperwork and get licensed. I had very few requirements when I was looking.

1. At least two bedroom. One for me and one for my future child.
2. A yard for my future child and dog.
3. Close to my sisters house because of babysitting.

I didn't think about local school ratings (which mine local ones are bad), about neighborhood kids (there is only one and she is 3 years older then my princess), the fact that I might get more then one child, or eventually meet and fall in love with J. I was just so anxious to get a child and excited to be able to buy my own home.

I will be honest, I had my doubts I would be able to qualify for a house. My previous boyfriend really screwed up my credit. But I had been trying to fix it since our breakup. I was so surprised I qualified I  wasn't too picky on the house. I did end up with a cute two bedroom, one bath with a huge yard and 10 minutes walking distance from my sisters house.

Fast forward three years and I have two girls, 3 dogs, a bird, fish, and a fiancé. And to make matters worse my parents stay here most nights in the back finished room in our yard. We are bursting at the seams.

Last week I was at my concurrent foster parents monthly group and the adoption unit supervisor that runs our meeting mentioned she had a sibling group of 4 who's parents parental rights had just been terminated. Each of them were in a non-concurrent foster home (concurrent means that they are foster parents that would adopt that child if the parental rights were terminated) so they were going to have to be moved to another home. She didn't think any of the siblings were going to be able to be adopted together. It broke my heart. These children had been removed from the only parents they knew, separated from each other and placed in strangers homes, and now a year later they were going to have to be moved and placed in new strangers homes. And they don't even have each other to lean on. I came home and told J "lets take them". He of course looked at me like I had lost my mind. I know I can't take them but it got me really thinking of my home situation. Somethings got to change. So I'm going to get some bids on adding to my house and weigh that against the cost and trouble of selling my house and buying a new one.

It's funny how in life so often we look at the here and now and never think that our situation might change.

(Yes I still have the baby for now. That's a story for another day).

1 comment:

  1. You are such a strong mama. I've thought of you and the baby many times, wondering how things have worked out, hoping for the best. Hearing stories like the 4 siblings being separated are heartbreaking. My thoughts and best wishes go out to you all.