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(Incidentally, this is why crazy women are good in bed)
Yeah, it's called FlawShank.Wait, there are institutions for penises with mental health issues?
Well, this woman was treated with at least one, which led her to have the kid my sister-in-law adopted.Wait, there are institutions for penises with mental health issues?
Marriage?Wait, there are institutions for penises with mental health issues?
Youre a better man than me, to have that kind of consideration for others in the situation.Zow said:We decided not to as that puts her is an unfair position. She's never spent a night with her son. Can't imagine her wanting to give that up for any reason, let alone possibly feeling guilted into it by the people she likely views as unwanted babysitters that shouldn't have had him in the first place.
Man, this post could basically have been written by every single one of my friends that has dealt with the foster system. Tremendous highs and tremendous lows and a system that somehow manages to screw over and #### off everyone involved.Zow said:Rollercoaster update:
We were on a phone meeting with the state agency yesterday regarding the scheduling of my foster son going home. Obviously very not fun and somber. We are incredibly frustrated because, despite us putting in the request over two months ago to have our foster son for the weekend of the 23rd to take him to phoenix to say goodbye to extended family, the state has unilaterally decided that this is when bio mom would start overnight visits and she'd have him the entire weekend. When we asked about our request, the state indicated it'd be up to bio mom. This is grossly inappropriate.
However, during this phone meeting we received written notification that we are now free and clear to petition to adopt our foster daughter. About to file the petition shortly. Funnest court pleading I've ever drafted.
Why not just buy diapers, clothes and gift certificates to grocery stores so you can be sure that is how the many is spent. You can buy different sizes of diapers and clothes so they are used over time as he grows.One can hope. Honestly if it goes diapers, food, clothes, etc we'd be stoked.
We've considered this, too. It's quite a bit of money though so not sure how it'd work logistically.Why not just buy diapers, clothes and gift certificates to grocery stores so you can be sure that is how the many is spent. You can buy different sizes of diapers and clothes so they are used over time as he grows.
This is the way I see it also. It won't help in the immediate future but know that you have something to a person that cannot ever be replacedZow - I know it is of little consolation as you grieve your loss, but know that you have given this child the best possible chance at a healthy and successful future. That is a gift beyond measure. The world needs more people like you.
This is so hard to read and I "liked" it only to show support.Really, really hard day today.
Today was the little guy's second birthday. No fanfare, no gifts sent in from relatives like there would with any other child (we are already getting adoption gifts in for our daughter and that's still one month away), and, sadly, absolutely nothing from his biological mother throughout the day (he had a really good visit with her this past weekend so we were hoping for maybe an email request for a picture or something but got nothing).
We didn't have a party for him for two reasons. First, we thought it would just be too hard and therefore unfair to others to celebrate his day only to say goodbye for the last time. Second, tonight was the only night our family counselor could see us before our son leaves for good .
I really like our counselor and am glad that we've gone, but tonight the counseling appointment was pretty rough and ended terribly. Our son leaves on the weekend of my wife's birthday and she's had a really nice, all-out Disney trip with her best friend and sister and mom planned for nearly one year. Despite our counselor advising us against being apart those few days, my wife still wanted to go (it'll be a nice escape and she's already paid for some pre-paid tours or something). I'm in support because her immediately going off to Disney with her mom the day our last ivf embryo failed did help her. Personally, I'm struggling to decide between just spending the weekend alone with my daughter or having family up to help and setting aside some time to get drunk and go play golf. Regardless, our counselor appropriately but directly advised us he thinks this is a terrible plan. Further, he gently suggested we start warming to the idea that we need to accept the reality that he just isn't our son. Both things were really rough to hear and upset my wife quite a bit.
On the way home I did stop and get my foster son a birthday cupcake. We sang him happy birthday and took a few photos of him enjoying it. My wife had to excuse herself in the middle of it despite us doing our best to be enthusiastic for him. It was nice but we are both finding the time with him to be more difficult.
Hardest part for me though came after dinner. Per our usual routine I took the kids into our playroom to wrestle around and simply hang out with them while my wife cleans up dinner and gets their bedtime stuff ready. One of their umpteen toy sets in the playroom is this combo mini basketball hoop/soccer goal thingy. I don't remember how or why but one of the balls rolled near me and I picked it up and nonchalantly shot it at the hoop. Something I've done probably a doesn't times before and, sometimes, one of the kids will laugh or go over and hit the hoop or goal or whatever but they've been too little to comprehend what it was I was trying to do.
This time something different happened. The ball bounced over to my foster son and he picked it and, to my surprise, he threw it soccer throw-in style right to me from like five feet away. He's never done anything like this before and I didn't think he was able to both physically do it or mentally grasp the concept. Nonetheless, I gently tossed the ball back to him to see if he'd do it again. He picked it up and threw it back to me yet. For the next five or so minutes (a long time for the attention span of a two year old) we had a catch.
I love baseball. My fondest memories of my own father are playing catch in the backyard or him pitching tennis balls to me at this park by our house. One of my biggest anticipated regrets throughout this entire process was that, amongst other activities like talking to him about dating, helping with homework, etc. is that I'd never get to simply play catch with my son. While it's something I never thought would happen and doubt will ever happen again for both my foster son (his biological father is very likely out of the picture forever) and me, for five minutes we played catch. And it's nearly broken me. I don't know how else to describe it other than the simultaneous highest and lowest point of my life. By the time he lost interest I had begun crying for the first time throughout this two year process. I'm doing so now as well as I type this out.
For those of you with sons please find time this weekend to do something with them; be that go fishing, build something from scratch, screw up hide and seek like GM, hit the driving range, watch a game together, or play catch.
God bless Woz - no advice and you and your wife have shown what incredible people you are and that no advice is needed.Woz really, I have no words. My thoughts are with you.
For sure. I intend to. Certainly isn’t something that’s gender specific for me. The little guy is just very attached to me whereas my daughter is currently more attached to my wife.This is so hard to read and I "liked" it only to show support.
Don't take this the wrong way but don't be afraid to play catch with your daughter.
This is gut wrenching, I am very sorry. I was adopted at a young age and cannot imagine being taken from my adopted parents. You are a good dude. Try to keep your head up.Zow said:Really, really hard day today.
Today was the little guy's second birthday. No fanfare, no gifts sent in from relatives like there would with any other child (we are already getting adoption gifts in for our daughter and that's still one month away), and, sadly, absolutely nothing from his biological mother throughout the day (he had a really good visit with her this past weekend so we were hoping for maybe an email request for a picture or something but got nothing).
We didn't have a party for him for two reasons. First, we thought it would just be too hard and therefore unfair to others to celebrate his day only to say goodbye for the last time. Second, tonight was the only night our family counselor could see us before our son leaves for good .
I really like our counselor and am glad that we've gone, but tonight the counseling appointment was pretty rough and ended terribly. Our son leaves on the weekend of my wife's birthday and she's had a really nice, all-out Disney trip with her best friend and sister and mom planned for nearly one year. Despite our counselor advising us against being apart those few days, my wife still wanted to go (it'll be a nice escape and she's already paid for some pre-paid tours or something). I'm in support because her immediately going off to Disney with her mom the day our last ivf embryo failed did help her. Personally, I'm struggling to decide between just spending the weekend alone with my daughter or having family up to help and setting aside some time to get drunk and go play golf. Regardless, our counselor appropriately but directly advised us he thinks this is a terrible plan. Further, he gently suggested we start warming to the idea that we need to accept the reality that he just isn't our son. Both things were really rough to hear and upset my wife quite a bit.
On the way home I did stop and get my foster son a birthday cupcake. We sang him happy birthday and took a few photos of him enjoying it. My wife had to excuse herself in the middle of it despite us doing our best to be enthusiastic for him. It was nice but we are both finding the time with him to be more difficult.
Hardest part for me though came after dinner. Per our usual routine I took the kids into our playroom to wrestle around and simply hang out with them while my wife cleans up dinner and gets their bedtime stuff ready. One of their umpteen toy sets in the playroom is this combo mini basketball hoop/soccer goal thingy. I don't remember how or why but one of the balls rolled near me and I picked it up and nonchalantly shot it at the hoop. Something I've done probably a doesn't times before and, sometimes, one of the kids will laugh or go over and hit the hoop or goal or whatever but they've been too little to comprehend what it was I was trying to do.
This time something different happened. The ball bounced over to my foster son and he picked it and, to my surprise, he threw it soccer throw-in style right to me from like five feet away. He's never done anything like this before and I didn't think he was able to both physically do it or mentally grasp the concept. Nonetheless, I gently tossed the ball back to him to see if he'd do it again. He picked it up and threw it back to me yet. For the next five or so minutes (a long time for the attention span of a two year old) we had a catch.
I love baseball. My fondest memories of my own father are playing catch in the backyard or him pitching tennis balls to me at this park by our house. One of my biggest anticipated regrets throughout this entire process was that, amongst other activities like talking to him about dating, helping with homework, etc. is that I'd never get to simply play catch with my son. While it's something I never thought would happen and doubt will ever happen again for both my foster son (his biological father is very likely out of the picture forever) and me, for five minutes we played catch. And it's nearly broken me. I don't know how else to describe it other than the simultaneous highest and lowest point of my life. By the time he lost interest I had begun crying for the first time throughout this two year process. I'm doing so now as well as I type this out.
For those of you with sons please find time this weekend to do something with them; be that go fishing, build something from scratch, screw up hide and seek like GM, hit the driving range, watch a game together, or play catch.
This is gut wrenching, I am very sorry. I was adopted at a young age and cannot imagine being taken from my adopted parents. You are a good dude. Try to keep your head up.Zow said:Really, really hard day today.
Today was the little guy's second birthday. No fanfare, no gifts sent in from relatives like there would with any other child (we are already getting adoption gifts in for our daughter and that's still one month away), and, sadly, absolutely nothing from his biological mother throughout the day (he had a really good visit with her this past weekend so we were hoping for maybe an email request for a picture or something but got nothing).
We didn't have a party for him for two reasons. First, we thought it would just be too hard and therefore unfair to others to celebrate his day only to say goodbye for the last time. Second, tonight was the only night our family counselor could see us before our son leaves for good .
I really like our counselor and am glad that we've gone, but tonight the counseling appointment was pretty rough and ended terribly. Our son leaves on the weekend of my wife's birthday and she's had a really nice, all-out Disney trip with her best friend and sister and mom planned for nearly one year. Despite our counselor advising us against being apart those few days, my wife still wanted to go (it'll be a nice escape and she's already paid for some pre-paid tours or something). I'm in support because her immediately going off to Disney with her mom the day our last ivf embryo failed did help her. Personally, I'm struggling to decide between just spending the weekend alone with my daughter or having family up to help and setting aside some time to get drunk and go play golf. Regardless, our counselor appropriately but directly advised us he thinks this is a terrible plan. Further, he gently suggested we start warming to the idea that we need to accept the reality that he just isn't our son. Both things were really rough to hear and upset my wife quite a bit.
On the way home I did stop and get my foster son a birthday cupcake. We sang him happy birthday and took a few photos of him enjoying it. My wife had to excuse herself in the middle of it despite us doing our best to be enthusiastic for him. It was nice but we are both finding the time with him to be more difficult.
Hardest part for me though came after dinner. Per our usual routine I took the kids into our playroom to wrestle around and simply hang out with them while my wife cleans up dinner and gets their bedtime stuff ready. One of their umpteen toy sets in the playroom is this combo mini basketball hoop/soccer goal thingy. I don't remember how or why but one of the balls rolled near me and I picked it up and nonchalantly shot it at the hoop. Something I've done probably a doesn't times before and, sometimes, one of the kids will laugh or go over and hit the hoop or goal or whatever but they've been too little to comprehend what it was I was trying to do.
This time something different happened. The ball bounced over to my foster son and he picked it and, to my surprise, he threw it soccer throw-in style right to me from like five feet away. He's never done anything like this before and I didn't think he was able to both physically do it or mentally grasp the concept. Nonetheless, I gently tossed the ball back to him to see if he'd do it again. He picked it up and threw it back to me yet. For the next five or so minutes (a long time for the attention span of a two year old) we had a catch.
I love baseball. My fondest memories of my own father are playing catch in the backyard or him pitching tennis balls to me at this park by our house. One of my biggest anticipated regrets throughout this entire process was that, amongst other activities like talking to him about dating, helping with homework, etc. is that I'd never get to simply play catch with my son. While it's something I never thought would happen and doubt will ever happen again for both my foster son (his biological father is very likely out of the picture forever) and me, for five minutes we played catch. And it's nearly broken me. I don't know how else to describe it other than the simultaneous highest and lowest point of my life. By the time he lost interest I had begun crying for the first time throughout this two year process. I'm doing so now as well as I type this out.
For those of you with sons please find time this weekend to do something with them; be that go fishing, build something from scratch, screw up hide and seek like GM, hit the driving range, watch a game together, or play catch.
Honestly the best way I can describe is the allegory of the sword of Damocles. And know that Friday at 1:00 it’s going to cut you down.Life is so ####### unfair sometimes. I hate that you are having to go through this. I, myself, struggle with figuring out why people come into and out of our lives at different points. I can't begin to imagine how this must feel with you, as emotional as it makes me feel just reading your account of things. All I can say is to just try and reflect positively and hold on tightly to those good memories. Those are what get us through the hard times.
Certainly seems like something to focus on through all of this. Keep doing that while you can.Zow said:my wife and I did this for Benjamin and nobody else
Woz - I dont post too often around here (at least not enough to really be known) but I read here almost everyday and have for 14+ years so I’ve gotten to see all your threads over the years...just wanted to let you know that you are a good man and I am sorry you are going through this. You and your wife gave your son more love in two years than a lot of people feel in a lifetime...this world needs more people like you and your family. Enjoy this next day and a half and know you made a positive impact in multiple peoples lives by what you have done for this kid.Zow said:Finally have a moment to breathe because if I’ve working nonstop to be able to take the next two days off to spend time with him. He goes home Friday at lunchtime. So, I have a full day with him tomorrow and we have an entire family day planned. I’m happy about it but my wife is struggling hard with the “lasts” aspect of it. We both simultaneously want it to be all but also not.
Regarding lasts, we had our last phone conference today with his case manager, social workers, therapists, and biological mother. The are monthly calls with the same people that last about thirty minutes. Anyway, majority of the call the “team” is discussing just how far along Benjamin is and how he will be a breeze for his mother when he goes home since he’s the easiest of his four siblings. One person even commented to his mom that “he must have gotten the good behavior genes.” I think in that moment I felt BF Skinner rub my temples for me. When the phone call was nearing the end, per usual, the discussion turned to planning next months conference. The monitor suggested my wife and I could get off the phone since we wouldn’t be attending anymore. We started to say some goodbyes and the case manager essentially cut us off and rushed us to get off the phone because she had another meeting. So we hung up. And that was it.
I admit I wasn’t expecting much, but I thought there’d be something. Maybe a “we appreciate you,” or something along those lines. I’m well aware of the desensitization to emotional concerns in some of these settings, and my wife and I did this for Benjamin and nobody else, but I am disappointed.
We've been seeing a family counselor since we found out it was inevitable he was going home. I think it's been a positive. It's been somewhat challenging for my wife because he's been pretty directly critical of some of her choices (e.g. Heading to Disney for a girls trip right after he leaves) but I think the best part about it that it gives my wife and me different talking points.Enjoy your last moments with him and then grieve well. A family counselor who has experience in dealing with loss of children may be a good investment. Sometimes guidance or wisdom from a professional can go a long way.
That shirt could get "lost", you know.Zow said:Oh, and to make matters worse, the little guy was sent home last time wearing a Red Sox shirt. So apparently he’s going to grow up a Red Sox fan.
I don't know the circumstances either.Obviously don't know the circumstances, but it makes me mad that a bio mom would come back a couple years later with "JK I'll take him."
No kidding. Woz and Ms. Woz have given that boy a nice foundation. I'm not necessarily a God person, but I do believe that there are good people here that are destined to do great things. And what they are doing are great things.On behalf of the little guy, I thank you and your wife too.
It’s absolutely the first goal and the standard isn’t “which option is better.”I don't know the circumstances either.
Definitely a tough situation, but I can also see the "bio mom's" side where she should be given the opportunity to get her life together and get her biological children back. Isn't that the point of the process?
I really wanted to write “1986” on it...That shirt could get "lost", you know.
I wanted to post something heartfelt and sincere to you, Woz, but I don't think I can top this post from PRGK. You have my utmost respect and I am amazed at how much you have matured and grown over the years since you first appeared here. My heart and mind will be with you and your family tomorrow.Sorry, woz. It sucks that you and your wife dont get to enjoy seeing the fruits of your good work, or even get any acknowledgement. But, it’s clear you did it all because it was the best thing for Benjamin, and the positive impact you’ve had on him is incalculable. I know it’s not the same, and it sounds a little corny on a message board, but I’d like to acknowledge what you and your wife have done, and say, “Thank you.”
You did a good and selfless thing that made the world better. Sometimes, that has to be its own reward. I appreciate you sharing because it restores my faith in humanity. I hope the next few days give you all some sense of closure and peace and great memories. With much respect.