Craig's List, Foster Care, and Me

I called my mom today, frustrated by not knowing. I cried, “Foster care is like Craig’s List!” I don’t where it came from, but we laughed through my tears and pressed the metaphor.

Awaiting the arrival of a foster child is like shopping on Craig’s List. I know it’s a good thing, it’s full of possibility, and, if you don’t act quickly, the land of opportunity passes you by.

When I decided to buy Sweet Baby's crib on Craig’s List, I e-mailed person upon person who promised me cribs and then sold them to somebody else. It was annoying. Likewise, I’m afraid to make any definite plans for this summer because I don’t want to miss that child who “belongs” in my home. What if I'm out of town and they send her to someone else's home?

I’m sure I will have to fight for my child in a more intense way than I fought for the crib. As long as they don’t make me haggle, I think I will make it.