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It was time for Rick to go home on Monday. Yes I had many concerns. Mom had done drugs in the past, spent several stints in jail for petty crimes, and had an issue to resolve with her probation officer for outstanding forgery charges.
We wanted to adopt him, but it was obvious he already had a mom who loved him dearly. There was also a part of me that was ready to send him home. I was tired of the tantrums, tired of the emotionally exhausting visits. I was ready to get a full nights sleep in my own bed again. At least that was how I consoled myself as I braced myself for my empty home.
The caseworker and I had built up a friendly relationship, so called her Sunday night voicing my concerns. Did it matter that she had a filfty house? Could someone help her get organized or at least teach her how to clean?
The caseworker assured me that she had been dropping in every day unannounced, and that yes, she agreed the house was a mess, but mom was spending quality time playing and interacting with her son.
Well, I reasoned inside my head, Good thing there isn’t a law about being a messy housekeeper. I wouldn’t pass that test either!
Rick went home the following Monday. I loaded everything of his into my car. Clothes, his favorite blanket, a few dishes with Bob the Builder on them, the books we read together before bedtime. I packed up a box of food with cereal and canned goods and an extra pack of diapers and drove over to moms.
She was ready and waiting. The house was still a mess, but the dishes had been washed and the pizza and diaper were gone.
I hugged her, wished her luck, said goodbye to Rick and drove away.
(yes there is more to come. Stay tuned to fost-adoptblog)
