Last week I sat in court and watched as my foster daughter’s parents surrendered their parental rights clearing the way for adoption. It was a conditional surrender with the conditions being 1.) Clementine is to be adopted specifically by me, and 2.) supervised visitation will continue once a month with the whole family.
The usually bustling court room was already respectfully quiet when the judge ordered all individuals who were not related to the case to leave. The process lasted over an hour long with the judge questioning Clementine’s parents repeatedly. Five attorneys, seven signatures (including my own) on twelve documents. Eighty-four signatures in all. I paraphrased the lengthy proceeding here on my blog just after court was adjourned. It was a very solemn occasion and while I planned to hug Clementine’s parents afterward, the idea seemed trite and insensitive in the moment. I quietly said thank you and promised that I would have Clementine to her next visit on time.