“Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous.” -Einstein
Time and chance can be strange bedfellows. My husband and I were sitting at a Foster Parent Association training at our local DSS. I was bouncing a sweet baby on my lap. She had just entered foster care. On top of that, she was the first child to come into our home. I was doing my best to focus on the class. But the chubby cheeks before me were a delightful distraction. I guess that’s why I didn’t notice someone walking behind me. Then I jumped a little when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I’ve always been one to startle easily.
“Are you Ms. Verwers?” I suddenly felt like a kid wondering how to answer. Did I do something wrong?
“Yes. That’s me. Can I help you? ”
“The baby’s mom is here and would like to see her.” I was a little befuddled and a lot unprepared as I followed her though a maze of gray cubicles where two women sat nervously.
“Baby,” the mother reached out and started kissing baby as grandma sat nearby, trying to hold back tears. I introduced myself and asked about any allergies or things I should know.
“She likes to dance,” mom said.
“Oh yes, we noticed that. If there’s a beat she starts shakin’ it.” We smiled for a moment, our lives now intertwined because of this little dancing baby.
I spent the next 40 minutes or so with this family. Even though I missed the class, I was learning. When baby came to us, it was all about her. There in that cubical it became clear this was about her and her family. The fact that I just happened to be attending class while the caseworker was developing a family plan was a coincidence. Baby was home in three months. Yes, time and chance are strange bedfellows.