Grace

I usually hate Wednesday afternoons. That's when both kids have visits with their biological parents, and it seems that it just bursts my bubble and I'm reminded that these beautiful children are not mine. I've been praying for God to give me a heart for these parents instead of animosity for what they have done to these kids. Today when I spoke to T's parents after the visit, I felt my heart change slightly toward them. I realized that if she is truly going to go home with them one day, then I want them to know as much as possible about her right now. So we actually had a good conversation. I'm still praying for that same grace toward J's mom. She is a lot less invested in him and seems to just focus on proving that she is a "good mom." For whatever this information is worth, I met J's new social worker today. After the 30 day hearing, when they take kids into custody, they transfer them to the appropriate "unit" based on where the case is headed. The social worker kept commenting that she hasn't received a kid so young on her unit before, that it usually takes a few months for that to happen, so I finally asked her what unit she works in. She told me that it's the permanency unit, where kids go who need a permanent place to go other than their home. That's good news in a sense, but I'm still guarded.