Today I had lunch with a couple of ladies from the state’s foster care office—one was the woman who licenced me and Paul nearly three years ago and the other was the social worker for my now-former foster daughter. Both women are very kind and I’ve enjoyed knowing them through this entire process so despite my still recovering from this terrible cold, there was no way I was going to cancel!

Just before our meals arrived, I was handed a small award-trophy-thingy with my name engraved. It seems that I was given the ‘Spirit Award’ at this year’s Foster Parent Appreciation Dinner and I wasn’t in attendance to receive it! Then I was handed a manila envelope that contained a nice card as well as a certificate describing me as an ‘exemplary foster parent’.

Needless to say, I was touched and tears were shed.

Now, not to be all down on myself, but I don’t think that I did anything more than any other foster parent does on a daily basis so receiving such an honour seems unwarranted. And part of me wonders if the sympathy card played a bit in it. I can hear it now: ‘Oh my goodness, this grieving widow just said she’d take this placement that we couldn’t place anywhere else*! We should give her a special award for that!’

But, I have an award. And, other than my varsity letter and a small charm for being the badminton champion at school, this is my first ever award. Yay me!! (Now I need to build a trophy shelf…)

* Placement problems were not to do with my foster daughter, but rather a desperate shortage of licenced foster care homes in the region. Which is sad because fostering is such a rewarding and wonderful thing!