I couldn't take all of them. They weren't really thinking clearly when they called me. With all three and Monkey, I would be well over ratio of children that young to one parent. I did offer to take Little Miss if they couldn't find a home that could take all three of them though.
I spent the next hour and a half running around and trying to get my house CPS-proof again. I tried to get set up for a 2 1/2 year old the best I could. I started freaking out a bit because I'm moving in four weeks. What was I thinking to say "yes" to a placement four weeks before I'm supposed to move?!? I couldn't say "no" though. Little Miss' sad little eyes still weigh heavy on my heart even after all this time. If she couldn't be with her siblings, I at least wanted her with me. I know she wouldn't remember me, but I remember her, and that's something anyway...
Fortunately, I got a call around 1:00am saying they were finally able to find a home for all three little ones. I'm glad the kids are together, but it breaks my heart that their parents couldn't get it together and step up for their kids. It's one of the sad realities of foster care. There are success stories... And there are parents who inevitably fail their children over and over again.
Last night was a reminder of why I continue to do this. Because these little ones deserve someone stable in their lives. They deserve a safe place in the midst of the storm. They deserve joyful childhood memories. They deserve someone who will open their hearts and make them the center of their world. They deserve the time to heal and the time to learn to trust. They deserve to feel unconditionally loved.