- Gathering the leftovers. I never pack well enough. After a move, I find a child's stuff everywhere. I found socks for Pterodactyl, Beetle, and Caterpillar months later. Oh, and pacifiers. So many pacifiers. I'm collecting Cricket's little things I'm finding in a basket for when we see her next. It's a pretty full basket already.
- YouTube suggestions. Cricket's favorite videos are suggested to me daily.
- Memory items to finish. We made a handprint on a little canvas for our wall of handprints, but somehow I can't bring myself to put in the nail and hang it up yet. I also completely forgot until now that months ago when we first thought she was moving "soon" I bought a recordable book, as she loves one that was given to Rhinoceros. So, I need to record that for her and give to her.
- Office calls. It hasn't happened this time, but usually I have doctors' offices, etc. calling me about future appointments and such and I have to give the phone number of the new home.
- People that didn't get to say goodbye. The back-and-forth never-100%-sure nature of the end of Cricket's placement kept us from holding a goodbye party. Adults understand, but I forget that there are kids that knew her and now suddenly don't see her. Our babysitter's little girl was so confused when I dropped off Rhinoceros but not Cricket. In the past several months, she'd talked about them as a unit: RhinocerosCricket. I feel bad she didn't get closure, as they likely would have come for a goodbye party.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Closure happens slowly after a foster child leaves. There are reminders popping up here and there, things to process, things to do.