Yesterday we finished our PRIDE training to become foster parents. It was emotional for me a lot of the time. I am such a crier and I get so frustrated sometimes that I am. The first day (two weeks ago) I cried pretty much the entire day. On day two I didn't cry at all (even though I wore my glasses in anticipation that I would). On Saturday I didn't cry until we were talking about PTSD and the Iraqi vet in the room started talking about his PTSD and how it is triggered 5 years later by smells. I have so much respect for people who serve in our military and I hate to see the hurt they suffer(ed) because of me (fighting for my freedom). I was able to only cry that time for a couple of minutes but it hurt my record of having a cry free day. Yesterday we started the day with DCFS going through the forms we will have to fill out (almost daily in some cases). That was pretty boring. Then there was a panel of current and former foster parents that spoke and let us ask questions. Some of their stories were very funny but some really hit my soft spot. Then Ann, the leader of The CALL, shared her story and even though I knew or had guessed most of it it really hit me hard. I cried (but at least I wasn't the only one:).
I had filled out all of my paperwork to be a PRIDE trainer but decided not to hand it in until after I had experienced some of the class myself. After the first day I came home and threw all my paperwork in the trash. Our leader had such a wonderful way of bring the Lord into the conversation and I think they way she did it was wonderful and not a gift that I have. After class yesterday two of the women (who had just met at the class) approached Ann about being PRIDE trainers. Wow! Ann asked me about being a trainer. I told her I had the forms filled out...and that I threw them away and why. She said criers were the best teachers...great, thanks Ann! Anyway, she said she was going to add me to the trainer list anyway and that we would talk about it more later.
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