Well, last week, on Thursday to be exact, Bella and Tootaw were supposed to become Popps. Way back in May at the TPR trial, the judge set a hearing for December 5th stating that should give the agency plenty of time to complete the adoption. (Especially since TPR had already been handled and they didn’t have to do a best interest staffing.)
But, here we are.
Not only did we not get to finalize the adoption last week, but the agency has not even started our homestudy. We’re on our third set of caseworkers since July. In July, the state switched the agency that is carrying the girls case and we’ve been less than impressed and frankly pretty underwhelmed at their competency.
Needless to say, I’m frustrated. Annoyed. If I knew who I could be calling (who seemed to care or have any control over the situation), I’d be on the phone.
…This is nothing that any of you who have fostered or fostered to adopt don’t understand. The reality of working as part of a system that is utterly broken.
Someday soon it will be official.
Someday soon we will walk out of a court building holding hands and imagining our forever future together.
Someday soon. Just postponed.
As Bella said to me the other night,
“Mommy, I wonder what it will feel like when we really are here forever?”
I don’t have to wonder long sweet girl. It will be one of the very best days of my life.