"Hi. I'm calling from the Department of Children and Family Services. We have a child who has been taken into protective custody and is in need of a foster home. Would you be interested?"
Whenever I receive a phone call from a social worker, asking me if I can take a child into my home, I usually have a general idea of what I am getting myself into. I am given the child’s age, gender, brief background and family information, and any known problems or challenges. I know that I will host these little visitors who will have needs that I will try to meet, who will stay temporarily, and then will leave to continue their journey with someone else. I anticipate welcoming them into my home for as long as necessary.
However, there have been a few visitors along the way who have entered my home by surprise. During the monotonous routines of daily life while battling the weariness of attending to the many needs of my fluctuating family, these visitors have suddenly come knocking at my door asking me to let them in. The names of my unexpected visitors? Resentment and Doubt.