We wanted to take a moment to introduce one of our fellow nonprofit partners. Primarily serving the Seattle metro
The following is a parallel narrative based on a true story detailing two perspectives of the same circumstance: how a single photograph – a single bold decision – impacted a little boy and the people who loved him. The voices you hear are that of a Social Worker (SW) and a Foster Mother (FM).
My earliest memories are from when I was five. I loved my parents very much. I always wanted to make them proud and tried to be a good kid. I did not complain much and would do anything that was asked of me.
So, I fell down the stairs the other day.
I was up next for an intake, it was “law enforcement waiting,” so I grabbed my bag and went! I was greeted by a sibling set whose mother had been taken to jail. I looked down at the kids and said “Mommy has to get better, so you guys are coming with me.”
This week, like many other weeks, one volunteer found herself holding a days-old baby for a few hours at the child welfare office. Feeling all the feels that come with that experience – joy, fullness, sadness, helplessness, wonderment and despair – all very much at once, she did what came naturally to her…but what affect could that eventually have?
During our November board meeting, the question was posed: what are you most proud of in the last decade? My mind swirled. How can I pick one thing? The word fullness came to mind.
I have four kids in elementary school this year. Do you know how much I spent on school supplies? It was… alarming, and just a tad overwhelming to fulfill the lists for each class.
I’m sitting at gymnastics watching my Kindergartner keep up with a class of 3rd and 4th graders. He’s easily a foot and a half shorter and not nearly as polished, but the boy can run circles around them.
We’re half way through Foster Care Awareness Month, but are we really more aware? We asked a child welfare worker to share an insider’s perspective about the pressures of social work, the daily impossible heartache, and what a simple interaction with an Office Mom did to make it feel a little more bearable.