A part of foster care and adoption is opening up your home, life, and heart for full and complete inspection. And quite frankly—I can't blame them. In the case of foster care, the State has come and told someone, "at this time you are deemed unable to care for your children. These people over here have been chosen to care for them in the meantime." If I was that parent, I would expect those people to be well vetted. Wouldn't you?
We have reached the milestone of inspections. Gas inspections, financial inspections, fire inspections...in essence, the magnifier has been cranked up. We learned things we never knew; like a 2-lb fire extinguisher is not large enough and you need a carbon monoxide detector in addition to fire/smoke alarms. But we made the necessary adjustments and we received all the check marks (so far). Because we are chosen. We are being deemed as a safe place for the fearful, a restful place for the weary, and a loving place for those that fear they may never experience it. There have been frustrating moments, but if they have to come back and check my gas knob for my fireplace twice, fine by me. xoxo
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