Yesterday was the 6th month anniversary of Pumpkin joining our family. Unlike many other anniversaries, this one does not make me happy. While I feel our family is called to do this fostering stuff, it's not an easy calling. At its root, fostering is about hurt and loss and really big mistakes. I'm not happy that Pumpkin's mom didn't keep her safe. I'm not happy that Pumpkin had to come into foster care. I'm not happy that the progress towards reunification is so painfully slow.
I don't know when Pumpkin is going to be going home. I don't know what's going to happen next. This is fostering. I'm just a foster parent. Low man on the totem pole. I know nothing except that Pumpkin is in my home now.
Anniversaries like this make me sad.