is just plain bittersweet.
I've been doing a 32 hour/per week internship at Debra Corn Agency, which has really turned into 34-37 hours per week. I'm there Tuesday-Friday and have seminar on Mondays. I've been there since January. Let's just say I loooove my job there! It's a foster care & adoption agency and I've been a case manager with a case load of 5 kids from 3 different families in 4 different foster homes. I've got a baby girl, 3 elementary boys, and a high school girl. I would honestly stay there longer if I could. And if I could keep one or two or three of these kids, I honestly would do that too.
I only go to my internship 9 more times. My last day is Thursday, April 21. Today I went to my last staff meeting and today I mailed off my last 5 monthly reports. Monday was my last foster parent training. I only have 10 more home visits, 1 more supervised visit, and 2 more private one-on-ones with 2 of my kids - the other kids I'm just going to steal from school and take them out anyways, hehe ;). I think ice cream will be a treat worthy of the celebration. I'm not really a crier, but I'm going to cry when I leave, maybe not in front of people, but I will cry.
These kids have attachment issues, behavioral problems, and academic concerns. Their family lives are junked up and their self-esteem is lower than low. Their outlook is uncertain and their future is seemingly hopeless. They want to go home and yet at the same time that is the last place they want to be. Some of these kids in my agency have been in foster care longer than they haven't - they've gone through more crap in their short lives than I have in 22 years. They carry baggage that it will take years of counseling and the love of Jesus to remove. They don't anyone, not even themselves.
Working with them for 4 months, have I made a difference? I'd like to say I have. I'd like to believe that when I tell them "Goodbye" they will have more hope and better understand love than when I said "Hello." They don't necessarily have to remember "Miss Jessie," I just want them to remember what I tried to represent. I want to tell them "Everything is going to be okay," but from their perspective of "okay", that's not a promise I can make. I just want to leave knowing they will be happy, healthy, and loved for the rest of their lives. I want them to grow up in a home where they will find Jesus.
I'm all for family reunification, but some of these parents just don't deserve these kids - they don't deserve a second chance. Their parental rights and reproductive organs should be ripped away from them. That's not the Christ-like attitude of grace and forgiveness I'm supposed to show, but I've seen the hurts, pains, and burdens these kids carry because of their parents, and I don't want these kids to go through hell and back again. Please judge, don't do it. There's one, just one, family that I work with who I would like the see the kids reunited with their mom, but I know with her they'll still have a rough road ahead of them. I just hope she has an amazing support system.
The end is also sweet too...
Not too many days after the end of my internship will be graduation.
Not too many days after graduation I will be in the Philippines.
Not too many days after the Philippines I move to New York for grad school (which is also bittersweet).
Not too many days after grad school I'll be starting a new phase of my life.
That phase of my life holds marriage, starting a family, and new ministries and opportunities.
My future is secure and filled with hope. People love me - I have people to love. God is so good!
