You can read part 1 about our journey into the world of counseling here.
We as a family have seen a total of four different Counselors and three Therapist on a regular basis.* We have had four specialty doctors, one of whom is regularly active in our kids lives. We have had numerous other therapists and specialist in and out of our lives to help us. One of our kids have been "specialized" with in the foster care system, which means, among other things, we see a caseworker once a week and a nurse once a month.
*Side Note: I say counselors for those who are helping our family emotionally and therapist for those who are helping our children physically. That is the easiest way for us to distinguish it in our home.
All of that can be exhausting. In and out of waiting room with 1 to 3 children to entertain. Packed lunches and snacks. Dealing with upset kids because I forgot the water bottles again. Trying to communicate to each and every one of them what they need to know about that child. Trying to remember what I have and have not told our caseworker and what paper work I still need to send her.
It gets lonely. It gets tiring. It's draining. There is a lot of guilt associated with it. From the forgotten water-bottles to lack of implementing a method I should have implemented this week to putting off the one on one counseling session so long that the Counselor doesn't even talk about it any more.
However, though all this I've found this surprising sweetness. Those moments when I get to stand beside another Momma as she talks about her child and the struggle they may be having.
Oh those are so sweet. To find a companion. For a brief moment to "get it" with her. I might not know what goes into her every day but I do know its a great deal. I know that she feels like she is holding on to her finger tips, fighting with every ounce of her strength for her child. She has become a mini expert in crisis management, sensory input, speech skills. And for a small amount of time we both get to see a life with no judgement of how we should be doing it, but rather with an unspoken word encouragement and support.