The Test of Time

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In 2014, my husband and I started our fostering journey because we learned of 8-yr-old boy/girl twins through a family member. It looked like the placement they were in wasn’t going to work out in the long run (it was never meant to be a long-term placement to begin with).

Time went on and the county encouraged that family to adopt. More time passed. We let go of our hopes for adopting the twins. In 2015 we became foster parents to two little boys. We certainly never forgot the twins and they were still a part of our lives in some ways.

After nearly six months, the boys went back home. We put our home “on hold” as I was feeling overwhelmed with maintaining both a job and grad school. Then 2016 showed up.

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We missed having kids in our home so we opened it back up for placements. Weeks turned into months and we never got a call. I began wondering if the county didn’t like us for some reason. And then the email came:

“There’s a set of 10-yr-old twins who need a pre-adoptive placement. You might know them…”

Suddenly the twins were back in our lives and we were making arrangements to transition them to our home. It’s now been nearly five months since they moved in. One more month and they can legally be adopted. It’s been one of the most challenging journeys of my life. They’ve pushed boundaries I didn’t even know I had. We’ve butted heads and they’ve tested our stability, structure, parenting styles, and marriage. Yet things have calmed. They understand us now and we are learning to get to know them. There’s peace in our house once again. I know it can only get better from here.