So we are renewing our license. Crazy us.
The social worker visited this week, along with a new team member that she was training.
It was good seeing this one again, this one was the good one that genuinely cared about kiddo and us and wanted nothing more than to see us succeed.
It was funny getting to talk to her after this long.
Our foster experience with kiddo was cut off at 5th grade graduation when the adoption papers were signed (although it was 6 long months before our court date).
SW essentially missed her whole 6th grade year, except for court for the adoption, which she cared enough to drive almost 4 hours just to come for.
She talked to us, she talked to kiddo. She laughed about some of the things we went thru and her first impression of us as a family.
We were cracking up. I'd totally forgotten about some of the stuff.
It brought to light that despite all the crazies we've been dealing with lately with kiddo's emotions, she has really come a LONG way.