Saturday, August 12, 2006

For the Seventh Time

I have gone through the experience I just went through seven times -- cleaning out a room and going through kids stuff because they won’t be returning home.

The first time I tell about in a story of “Joseph” a foster son we had at one time. The second and third times were two years ago when we told the county Mike and John could not come home. The fourth time was after we let John come home in October of 04 and he lasted three weeks. The fifth time was when Mike had to leave after being home a few months. The sixth time was in March when Mike had to leave again after we let him come home at Christmas. And time number seven was today.

This time was milder than others -- most of the times I have found many troubling things that convinced me beyond the shadow of a doubt that things were way worse than we thought. This time it was mild -- he had started wearing his school clothes which he had agreed not to do. And I found many pills -- most of them from when we were gone.

But the process is not really painful any more ... it’s more routine, like a lot of things in our lives. But there is certainly no joy in packing your child’s belongings so they can live somewhere else long before they are supposed to.

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