So it has been awhile since I have been on my blog. In fact, it has been a LONG while! So let’s play catch up for a minute, shall we?
In April of this year after a year long journey, the Barnett’s became official Foster Parents!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!! We had no idea what we were in for, but we knew that this is what God was calling us to do.
We will get to my story and more about my precious angels in another post, but right now I want to concentrate on someone that often gets overlooked in this whole process.
You see when we first opened I got several calls. And as a brand new foster mom these calls were much anticipated. So when we got our first call, and were up all night long, waiting on the arrival of two new babies….and waiting…and waiting..and waiting, only to get a text that says
“Sorry Mrs. Barnett. The babies will not be coming tonight. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
I was devastated. MAD even.
How could she have so little concern for me? I mean, we got out of bed. I was up in the early hours of the morning preparing our home for two new babies. I stayed awake all night waiting, only to get an “I’m sorry text?” To say I was frustrated was an understatement.
However, the next day we got another call. A 1 year old little boy.
“Yes Mrs. Barnett. We should be there with him very soon. Let me make one phone call and then I will get right back with you.”
3o minutes go by. Then an hour, then two. HELLO……what happened to getting right back with me? So I call…
“Umm…yes sir. You had a one year old that you were supposed to be bringing my way?”
“Oh Mrs. Barnett. Thank you for calling. We actually got him placed locally. Thank you for being willing to serve him.”
SERIOUSLY!?? Again???? At this point I was so physically and emotionally drained. Not one but two times they just completely disregard the fact that I am here making plans and setting aside things to get ready to welcome these babies. They don’t even have the decency to call me to tell me they are not coming?
With all of my frustrations I reach out to a friend and she says….
“Think about it like this. Although you are getting up. That DHS worker is at the office with the child. She may not have went home all evening and missing her own little ones. So they may forget to call you back.
Its not personal.”
And then it hit me like a TON OF BRICKS! Man, how could I have been so selfish? Why did I make this all about me? It is not about me at all. No matter how long I have been up or how long I have been waiting on this process to finally be official or how long it took me to prepare. What about them?
At that moment I wept for every single DHS worker out there. I had been so selfish thinking about ME, ME, ME that I have never even thought about what they had gone through.
Early this morning we got a new precious angel baby. We got the call for her at 12:30am. My DHS worker called me at 3:30am and told me he was almost here. We live in a very remote area that does not have cell phone service and he was afraid he would get lost so we stayed on the phone together for more than 20 minutes until the call was finally dropped. In that time he told me that before he had gotten the call he had just showered and got into bed.
Now imagine. Coming home from a long day of work. Finally getting that long awaited shower, easing into bed, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep when the phone rings.
“We need you to come in. We have a child that needs placement tonight”
So he has to get out of bed and go get this child. Wait for all of the paperwork to be completed and then drive over an hour to a place he has never been before to my house. Not only that he is also transporting another child who is another hour away from me. Then he has to turn around and drive two hours back only to get home just in time to get dressed and be in court.
All the while I am here drinking my coffee, listening to the baby snore in the next room.
Now you tell me, who is the real hero here?
PLEASE take a minute to pray for these workers. They go above and beyond and are very rarely recognized, appreciated or even thought of in the whole process.
From the bottom of my heart…THANK YOU and God Bless You for all that you do!
the Selfish Foster Mom