It was brought to my attention that the probate court needed volunteers to work with children in the foster care system. I had no idea what the foster system really was. I could not fathom any one ever beating or neglecting a child, worst yet what was so sexually appealing about a 5 year old? I was educated very fast.
For the next 8 weeks I attended classes on how to speak with children who had been placed in foster care, how to answer questions in court and how NOT to get too attached. One of the first things they tell you is you do not want to be a foster parent. It is an ungrateful, overwhelming, time consuming chaotic mess. Chaotic, did he just say chaotic? I happen to thrive in chaos, my life was chaos, heck it was perfectly chaotic. I have never been on time for anything in my life. I had the dreaded sock basket and if I threw my dirty jeans in the dryer with a bounce sheet they looked clean again! Last minute Lisa is what my husband {who's always 30 minutes early for everything} called me. May be something to look into in the future.
After a while I was given a case of a toddler named Michael. At the age of 2, he was already a veteran of the system, being placed at 5 months. Mom was a drug addicted stripper and dad wasn't far behind. So off I went to meet him and his foster parents.
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