I glance at my watch, wondering what they are
doing right about now. In an effort to
keep my hands and mind busy, I nervously start a load of laundry, clean out a
kitchen drawer, answer a few e-mails. I
look at my watch again, and can hardly believe that only a few minutes have
passed since I last checked. Why does
time seem to move so slowly when I’m waiting?
The parents of my littlest one have a court
hearing scheduled today, and as any foster mother knows, court hearings can be
a Big Deal. A home can be running like a
well-oiled machine, the children all settled in and thriving, the daily
routines predictable and comfortable.
Then, when the sun rises on the appointed calendar day, life as we know
it hangs in the balance. With a judge’s
authoritative decision, with a simple stroke of a pen, children’s lives can
take a different path. Families can be
forever changed.
