We’ve been doing a lot of paperwork lately. Our annual renewal date is coming up!
Hard to believe we’ve been doing this for 3 years already.
We’ve had a health inspection done on our house and a licensing inspection. We’ve filled out paperwork talking about the skills we’ve learned and the situations we’ve encountered in the last year. We did a “test” on the standards our agency requires us to adhere to.
As professional parents we have to prove each year that we are still doing our job as required. Interesting to note that we could opt out and say we are done if we wanted to. Our annual renewal is up to us as well.
It got me wondering how we would have measured up when we raised our bio kids if we’d had an annual evaluation! It would have been motivating to know that someone was going to come and have a look at how we were raising our kids.
If I had to recount what we had learned that year, the skills we acquired and the situations we encountered would it have changed our parenting journey? It might have!
There is something about accountability that is both scary and comforting at the same time. I’m thankful I didn’t have to do paperwork as I raised my kids!
We are officially licensed to have 4 teens in our home now. It seems daunting in light of the challenges we’ve been navigating these last few weeks. We don’t feel like we’re doing a stellar job with the two we have. We’re hanging in there. Navigating the pandemic has added another level of stress to life that we could have done without.
The annual renewal tells us we are doing great. They remind us that we show up for the kids in our home and champion them when they need it. We provide structure and boundaries for them and a safe place to be themselves. We meet the standards to be a foster home, but more than that we are choosing to love them like our own.
That is enough.
In fact it is everything.
So we will keep going, maybe welcome a few more, and pray that we make a difference in the lives of the kids we get have in our home, whether it be for a long time or a short time.
In the midst of the mess