Exciting times – this week two new children have joined our foster family for what will likely be a long stay. Sweetness is the older sister and has a gentle, caring nature (8 years old). Bold is the younger brother and he’s the type to dive right into any new adventure (6 years old). My heart is already captivated by them.
Today we were sorting through the items they brought with them, and it was like an archaeological dig into their lives’ history. Sometimes we uncovered items that made us scratch our head: a pair of pliers, a ball of blue yarn, and a kitchen spoon. I imagined their previous care taker trying to quickly pack and the kids “helping,” resulting in a hodgepodge of things. Other items point to a history of moving from home to home: homework from three schools ago, items belonging to children two homes ago.
And then we got to the socks.
Mostly the socks were without mates – but hey, everyone’s wash machine eats socks, so not much of a story there. However, there were little bitty newborn socks. Oh these are way too small for you, I say. That’s my baby brother’s socks, Sweetness says. These socks seem kinda small, too, I say. Boldness tries to put them on his feet, but Sweetness swipes them away declaring them to belong to their other younger brother. There is one giant, lonely athletic sock. Does this belong to your dad, I ask. Sweetness and Bold giggle. Nope, we haven’t seen our daddy in a very long time, they explain. Maybe baby brother’s dad or maybe younger brother’s dad, they guess, or maybe the boyfriend of the last caretaker. Or the caretaker before that. Next we unearth some ladies socks and Sweetness clearly knows which ones belong to mom and which to the last caretaker. In the end, Sweetness has two pairs of ruffled socks and Bold has just the mismatched pair on his feet.
While the social worker promised to bring more of the children’s belongings in a week or so, clearly, they cannot live on that few socks. Well, they could, but we’d have some stinky feet in the house. So it’s off to Target