I am just really not sure how many parts this story will be yet…I guess til I have it told . I really feel like by telling our story maybe we will be helping someone else.
I will never forget that day as long as I live. It was a Wednesday. At the school I was working at the secretary called on the intercom and told me I had a phone call. I told her I didn’t have any other adults in the room at the time and couldn’t go to the phone. She said it was about my niece and nephew. My heart pounded and I really didn’t know what to think. I found someone to cover my class for a few minutes and walked down the hall to the workroom, bewildered. The social worker told me that they needed my husband and I to take temporary custody of our niece and nephew (and told me a little of why they needed us to take them). I told her that we were actually looking at an apartment that week (thank you God!) but that we couldn’t take them til we moved in. We had been living with my parents for a few months because our rental house had been sold…Long story short, she was at school in less than an hour with the temporary custody papers signed by the mother. Wow! (Of course during this time, I had also been on the phone with my husband and his family in the town where we live.) You see, our niece and nephew that came to live with us also have two older brothers and an older sister. They went to live with my husband’s parents. I won’t be discussing them very much in this story.
It happened so fast! I got the call on Wednesday, we looked at and started moving into the apartment on Friday, moved more stuff Saturday, moved more stuff Sunday and picked the kids up in the county where I was employed on Sunday afternoon. (At this time, I worked in one county and lived in another. The kids had been living in the county where I worked, not where we lived.) We really had not seen these two children much since they were born. We really didn’t know them. I know it sounds strange because we were their aunt and uncle, but it is true. The day we picked them up (they were living with another family member until we picked them up) the little boy came right to us, but the little girl was very hesitant. She knew she didn’t know us!!!
Well, we had brought friends with us to help us move the children’s belongings, and they were such a blessing! They had been helping us move and helped us unload everything at the apartment when we brought the kids home. They helped us keep them entertained and helped us make sure everyone got fed that night. I will never forget when my husband said he was going to the car (to get another load of belongings) and the little girl thought he was leaving. She dropped her food and ran after him screaming and crying, “Daddy! Don’t go!” Keep in mind this was a child that just a few hours before did not even know us…