Not for the faint of heart

Since taking this new job, I've been thrust into a world I knew existed, but that hadn't really collided with my world. In less than two months on the job, I have learned a great deal. And know there is SO much more to learn.

This week is my first week having to do on-call work. The call just as I was crawling into bed looking for a foster home for a three year old. The call at 3:30 in the morning (yes, I crawled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs so the huz could keep sleeping as I had the conversation) about an 11 year old needing a place to go... Certainly the stories will continue and probably becoming even more heart wrenching.

As part of my self-educating process, I Amazon wishlisted a few books. One I received as a birthday gift. Let me tell you, this book, like foster care itself, is not for the faint of heart. I don't mean to say it is pornographically graphic. It's not. But it is hauntingly moving. I fully admit to shedding tears while reading this one. And I'm sure it got to me more now, than say two years ago, before I became a mother. I definitely recommend it. But have something cheery and lighthearted to go with it!