The End

My favorite part about our groups and families class was when we would act out scenarios. I remember very clearly being a social worker for a family consisting of Mark, and Dorothy, and Amanda. It was a ton of fun and an excellent learning tool. I remember one of the first thing we were told to do with the our family of clients was to tell them how long our relationship would last. They needed to know the date of termination to make the transition easier.

I have just over a month left with these kids at First Love. Do they know that? I don’t remember telling them when I arrived. I know I told them I’d be here for 4 months but we haven’t talked about it recently. My departure is going to be a real heartbreaker no matter what. But I want to make it as easy as I can on these kids.

They’re orphans. They’ve experienced much pain and abandonment already. Four months is not a long time. It’s like I’m pouring into them and then leaving so soon. There’s one girl who refuses to talk to me. She’s not up for it. And I can’t blame her. I understand not opening up your heart and your life for someone who is only around for a hot minute. But I’m still here. And there’s still plenty of work to do. For instance, I can take intentional measures to prepare my kids for the end of our time together. I can remind them that it’s a month away and ask them what they think of it. The more discussion the better.