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Part of: AmyAnne's Journal The first few days.... |
Date Posted: 10-10-2005 at 07:48 PM Comments(0) |
| A’s first full day with us, it snowed. If you’ll remember, we had no underwear, PJ’s, or socks for this child, which meant I was going out in the snow on a Walmart run. We discovered that A had 2 pairs of boxers. His previous foster mom had bought him briefs, which he disliked, so he’d just not change his underpants. Along with his new underwear, he was given a lecture on the importance of wearing fresh underpants daily. After that, I came back and we discovered A’s snowpants were too small, as were his snow boots, and he also didn’t have a school backpack. And his gloves were apparently the same place as his medication, underwear, and socks! So we were off to Dick’s Sporting Goods to stock up. This is when I first realized the importance of limiting choices. While my husband and A perused the snow pants, I checked out backpacks. They ranged from $20-$80. To avoid a scene, I brought A three backpacks in the $20 range, and showed him JUST those 3 choices. He eagerly picked the red one, which I knew he’d do, since that was his favorite color. Once we got back home, we went outside to shovel the stairs and walk. Our next door neighbors came out with the 4 year old daughter. After the kids had played in the yard for awhile, we decided to head for the “Sledding Hill”. We arrived home very close to dinnertime, and again, we’d managed to wear A out pretty well, so he was asleep immediately at bedtime. Sunday A woke up in a somber mood. He continued to deteroriate during the day, until lunchtime when he refused to eat anything. I led him from the table and into the living room. I began asking questions and determined he was missing his previous foster home. I held him and rocked him for the next 45 minutes while he cried his heart out. Afterwards, he requested Chicken Soup for lunch and suggested we watch a movie that night. Monday was a busy day. Although we’d picked up A on Friday, his actual placement took place on Monday. Which meant we had to get him to a physical. Then the social workers on our end showed up with all the paperwork. By the time all of that was done, it was midafternoon. My husband and A went to the sledding hill and A got his first consequence on the way home, for not doing as he was asked. The decision was made to give A a time-in, which is the opposite of a time-out. In a time-in, the child sits WITH the parent. My dance practice was cancelled that night. I remember thinking just one more day, and A would start school. And then our “real life” could begin. Little did I know.... |
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