After landing my first social work position after graduation with a nonprofit foster care/adoption agency, I quickly learned the streets, back roads, and details of several towns throughout the many counties we covered. I’m a quick study and am a good navigator.
Since moving to the other part of the state I’ve had to learn new streets, back roads, and details of several towns throughout the many counties we cover. Thankfully I’m still a good navigator. The same cannot be said for everyone though.
Yesterday I got word from a foster parent that the three kiddos that had their weekend visit with their birth mom who lives two hours from the foster home was unable to bring the children back at the scheduled time due to unforseen bad weather. Ok, no problem. Whatever. I called a million and a half people and made arrangements for a foster care aide from the county in which the birth mom resides to bring the kids to the foster home. Birth mom was to drop the kids at the office at noon. No biggie.
Foster care aide calls me at 1020am today and says, “the weather is dropping really fast. The sooner we can get the kids back the better. Can you call birth mom and see if she can come to the office now?” So I called another thousand or two people and birth mom was like, “Sure.” 1145am I get another call from foster care aide saying birth mom isn’t there yet. Worried that she and the kids are in a ditch but just hoping she uncharacteristically blew off her responsibilities, I called another three hundred people and ascertained that yes, she’s on her way and that everyone else was also worried about the ditch scenario.
At this time foster care aide requested that I meet her halfway. I asked which direction she was going. If she took the back road she may end up not making it to her half of halfway. I said she should take the interstate. Being a rural state, lots of people who were born and raised in the state distrust the interstate. So was apprehensive but said she’d meet me at the gas station I suggested. I gave her verbal directions and then emailed her MapQuest directions that were correct (I know because I checked to make sure before sending them).
Birth mom made it to the office just after noon. Roads were terrible apparently. So, foster care aide and kids left the office and headed my way around 1220pm. I arrived at the gas station at 115pm, filled up on gas, and waited. And waited and waited and waited. Finally foster care aide called me saying she was lost. I told her to get back on the interstate and get off at a certain exit. There was one gas station there and that is all. I’d meet her there.
So, we exchanged kids for diapers. (Not really. I had diapers that needed to go to foster care aide’s office. And I needed the kids.) And I headed to my office. I wondered quite indignantly how she could not follow the step-by-step directions I had given her. Then I remembered that not everyone is so navigationally blessed as I am.
Directional challenges are just one of those hazards of social work.