You know you're a foster parent when:
- Your first reaction to potential real estate investments is something along the lines of "OMG! Do you know how many kids I could fit in there?!?"
- You have more children than available vehicle seating.
- You feel like a rebellious teenager when you leave the Tums in your unlocked medicine cabinet (in between placements, of course ;-).
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- You are called to your child's school to meet with the principal because Little Timmy has been continuously loud, disruptive, and won't sit still in class, and you are secretly thinking, "You Go, Timmy!!! Good for you!!!" and planning how best to praise him when you get home because last month he was throwing furniture and hitting the teacher.
- You're intentionally vague when questioned about your children by random strangers simply because you get a good chuckle out of watching them squirm. "Is he your first?" "No. He's my 12th." or "Does she (your child of a very obviously different race) look like her father?" "I don't really know. I never saw him." ;-)
- You visit a new church with your five children of different ethnicities, and the church "grandmas" secretly pray for you to find Jesus because they think you're loose. ;-)
- You are on a first-name basis with your city's police officers, and you do your best to keep them happy (because chances are they'll be bringing one or more of your kids home late one night after getting into trouble if they haven't already.)
- The 3-month-old boy that you were expecting turns into a 3-week-old girl by the time they get to your door.
- You don't know how to spell, let alone pronounce your child's name.
- You know you're going to be in the restroom longer than 30 seconds, and you bring your monthly paperwork with you so you don't waste valuable time just sitting there.
- You know every pediatrician and specialist in your area that takes Medicaid, whether or not they are accepting new patients, their estimated waiting time for appointments, and the first names of all of their nurses and front office staff.
What about you? Do you have any that you would add? :-)
While looking for a new rental in a desert area we judged a place by the amount of prickly plants we would have to dig up.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the name comment. We had that issue. Also the doctor one. I totally use "my little foster baby" and they eat it up and zoom me in first, all the time!
ReplyDeleteI love answering questions in a vague manner - they make me chuckle too.
ReplyDeleteHow about -
When the doctor asks what your child's middle initial is you say "that's a good question" and think about it for a minute before getting out a binder to find the answer :) To which she replies - "and you are the child's mother correct?". LOL...
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Ditto on the name thing. Had an emergency placement recently. They had the spelling of her name but couldn't pronounce it. No middle or last given. They just thought the last name was the same as mom's (it wasn't). No birthdate either. I had to take her to the ER the same day. At check in, the asked if they were pronouncing her first name right. "Um, I guess," I replied. I LOVED the looks I got from other parents in the waiting room.
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