Little Mark is going home.

Letter to a Caseworker

This is the e-mail sent from my home to our caseworker this afternoon.

Dear __________________ ,

Please for the love of all that is good and decent, find my owners a child so they'll stop doing things like this to me.

The sooner the better.

Love, Jackson

I was thinking this morning about the number of times we’ve heard someone in the foster/adoption world say the following to us.

“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Or “I’ve never seen this happen before.”

Or “I didn’t even know this COULD happen!”

Of course every “thing” they were talking about involved US and the foster/adopt process.

* 18 months to get our home study completed, with screw-up after screw-up after screw-up

* approved by a staffing of workers to adopt a little boy only to have a person who’d known about and not wanted him for three years swoop in at the very last moment to claim him

* other state refusing to consider us for Chris’ placement because we’re out of state, despite an existing relationship with him (Our caseworker said that they always, ALWAYS want to place a child with someone he/she knows over a stranger, no matter where they live.)

*a judge who always makes termination rulings within 14 days now going on one month of silence

There have been several other situations/occasions but if I think too much about it, it will spoil a beautiful sunny Saturday, and there’s certainly no reason for that. I just find it odd that in all these crazy-never-before-heard-of situations, WE are the common denominator.

Sometimes it’s hard to ignore the fact that it seems like someone has been trying to tell us something. For three years. Or so.

And yet we’re hanging in there. For now.