The Waiting Feels Different When Your Whole House Notices Too
Sometimes the waiting part of foster care feels emotional in ways I never expected.
Not dramatic movie emotional…
Just quiet emotional.
The kind that slowly sneaks into everyday life while your whole house starts changing around you.
Our House Feels Different Lately
Lately, I’ve caught myself wondering…what my animals think about all the foster care stuff slowly taking over the house. 😅
Because from their perspective?
Life was perfectly normal…
and then suddenly tiny human furniture started appearing everywhere.
Little socks.
Tiny beds.
Stuffed animals.
Baby shampoo.
Baskets of diapers.
Meanwhile my four cats and three dogs are probably trying to process this emotional plot twist in completely different ways.
Honestly, I imagine one of my cats secretly writing furious diary entries somewhere.
Cat Entry
«Dear Diary,
The woman has betrayed me.
She brought home another tiny bed today.
Naturally I assumed it was finally a throne worthy of my importance.
I was wrong.
Apparently these new tiny human creatures are expected to arrive at some point and now MY room is becoming THEIR room.
Excuse me???
I have worked very hard maintaining this
Maintaining this household is not easy. The stairs require constant supervision. Invisible threats appear nightly around 3 AM. And somehow, I alone protect this family from dangerous moths.
Yet suddenly everyone is focused on tiny socks and stuffed giraffes instead of me.
Honestly I find this deeply disrespectful.
Mom keeps standing in the empty room looking emotional.
she always reorganizes things for absolutely no reason.
Meanwhile, she’ll stand there smiling softly at the tiny clothes.
I don’t fully understand what’s happening…
but I suspect my kingdom is changing.
Love,
Slightly Offended Cat
As funny as it sounds, the waiting season in foster care really does start changing your whole house.
Not just physically…
but emotionally too.
Dog Entry
Meanwhile, one of my dogs would probably write something completely different.
«Dear Diary,
Today Mom dropped half a chicken nugget.
Best day ever.
There are also tiny socks everywhere now.
I ate one.
Mom seemed upset about that for some reason.
Everyone keeps talking about “the call.”
I don’t know what that means.
I thought we already had phones.
Anyway…
I found a new blanket in the tiny room and rolled on it immediately.
Mom said:
“Nooooo not the baby blanket!”
I’m not sure what a baby is…
but I support whatever is happening here.
Love,
Completely Clueless Dog»
Honestly, that pretty much sums up my household right now. 😅
Part emotional preparation. A little confusion. Mostly just trying to survive one day at a time.
The Truth About Waiting in Foster Care
What nobody really tells you about becoming active in foster care is how strange the waiting season can feel.
You spend months doing paperwork, training classes, fingerprints, interviews, home studies, and inspections.
You prepare your home. Then you prepare your schedule. Eventually, you prepare your family too.
Until next time have a blessed day.💛