First Day of Class

We were signed up for our first class with social services. The morning we were getting ready to leave you could tell we were both really nervous. We didn't really know what to expect. The pastor's wife had tried to prep us with what they had been through and heard but just like with anything you don't really understand it until your in the middle of it.


We went through our usual morning. I showered first because I take longer to get ready. He goes in second takes like 15 minutes total to get ready and then screws around for the next 30 minutes waiting on me. We hardly talked to one another that morning, I think because I was thinking through my usual what if senarios...trying to talk myself out of it...then talk myself back into it and he was afraid I may cry at any minute so he didn't ask questions.


When we arrived at the county building we were super early so we went and grabbed a cup of coffee first. I guess that is our drink of choice when making life changing decisions. I remember pouring that cup of coffee thinking...I am so nervous I don't know if I can get this coffee down my throat...I better go with the small size! Okay I never get the small cup of JOE! But my life was about to change and I knew it!

As we started to get out of the car my husband asked me if I was ready for this....I just simply answered ...ready as I will ever be...and with that we smiled got out of the car and headed into the building hand in hand.


When we entered the building we had to sign in for security purposes. This was interesting to me because it was just a signature. Our signatures were not checked against any type of identification it was just assumed we were who we said we were...not sure how that helps with safety measures especially when children are involved but we followed the rules. Then we were told where to go in the building to meet with the others that were there for the class and we started our journey down a long hallway.

When we got to the class there were about 8 other couples there. We sat around different tables usually 2 couples per table. In the middle of the table were things like crayons, coloring books and playdoh. We were really unsure now on what to expect. At the front of the room were three or four long tables put end to end...it was going to be a panel of people that were coming to talk with us. There was one couple that had adopted two children thru social services they would tell there story, then there was woman that ran a home for only teen girls and then two other foster families. Each had a story to tell and we would be hanging on every word.