Our children are grown up, one in college out of state, one working full-time a couple hours away, and the other married and going to school and working. Empty nesters, really.
Yet . . . are we???
My husband has a kind, soft heart. He likes to help people. Maybe that's why he became a counselor. He will drop everything and come running in a heartbeat if you need help.
Well, someone needs help. And he's seven years old. And he's had a hard go of it in his short little life. His mother and father weren't married. Mom has a drug problem and was in jail. So "little boy" went to stay with his father. His father was arrested and became a guest of the county. "Little boy" went to a foster home. Father then was released and soon thereafter found dead on a street corner. Mom was released from jail but is in no position or doesn't want to care for "little boy." Grandma and aunt came from out of state to take "little boy" home with them. Apparently it's not quite that easy. Grandma and aunt have to go through the process of being approved, and that takes time . . . lots of time. So, in the mean time, grandma and aunt have gone back to their home out of state while they wait to be approved and "little boy" continues to be in the foster home.
The foster home consists of six foster boys and a foster mother and father. The foster mother doesn't speak English. Really?! I didn't know they could place children with people who can't communicate with them. All the other foster boys are older than "little boy" and he gets a little lost. I mean, it's probably hard enough having a mother who can't or doesn't want to care for you and a father who is dead. But to be invisible in a roomful of people would be mega hard.
So, my kind husband had the idea of us (yes, the empty nesters) bringing in "little boy" to stay with us while his grandma and aunt are going through the process of approval. So, we filled out a zillion forms and now we were just informed that our home is scheduled for a walk-thru today. Immediately I am panicking - - not because of the reality of "little boy" coming to stay with us. No, that's the easy part. No, I'm panicking because I am picturing every little dusty corner of my house , and I didn't have time to clean the bathroom superclean, and I have laundry piled up in the laundry room, and the room we have for "little boy" is our daughter's old room and it's painted pink! Well, not pink pink, but a shade of pink/lavendar. Not a boy's color at all. And the living room needs to be vacuumed, and I wonder if my house smells funny - - will I have time to light a candle before the CPS worker comes??
I guess I just need to breathe and think of the positive. "Little boy" will have his own room. He will not be invisible. And . . . we speak English.