This post explains your Running a Race Without a Finish Line post. I had thought your "little man" had some terminal disease. Not having known anything about you at the time I read that. I'm so glad to be back surfing the feeds of Steemit. I think it's still not the right time for me to do a lot of my own posting...anyway...enough about me.
You, my dear one of @thesimplelife, are finding far too much angst for yourself amongst the obvious joy you're experiencing being a foster parent. You're bravery is noted, your compassion shines a light onto your soul...and you words speak volumes of how to give more of one's self.
You brought me a message in your other post. From a friend who happened by at a time when you were deep in the proverbial valley of fear and doubt. I am not my diagnosis. I guess I always knew that but was never able to formulate the thought so succinctly as your friend had. Have you had the chance to hug her for me yet?
I wish to say something to you, so first let me say I do not intend anything more than to hopefully help you smooth out your path going forward. Now nothing is going to be straightforward in dealing with the uncertainty and the bureaucracy of being a foster parent. Or any parent for that matter.
Try to accept the possible fact that you may have to let the "little man" go on to live his life as fate should bring him. Fate has already brought you into his life. As well as into your daughter's.
It seems you'll have little choice in the matter. But you have provided a loving heart and home for two small minds. What you have provided them is priceless and will undoubtedly put them into the next stage of their lives on good and stable footing.
Try not to let worry about such loss that may or may not come. Accept that there are many young souls who may still brighten your heart and home. You have so much to offer. And there are only so many foster parents of your caliber, so many horror stories out there. Take pride that you are able to provide the best care and nurturing possible.
No more sleepless nights worrying about things you have no control over. Keep your heart open for the next child who truly needs you to feed that growing mind and soothe the pained heart of a little one who through no fault of their own finds themselves in a world of stranger.
Their fear is real. Your fear is...if I dare say...unwarranted. Do your best...and to quote something I've heard often and one I think fits nicely with the song "How Sweet The Sound " ... not the five words of your friend...but three words just as wise...(((HUGS)))
~Let go...and let God~
p.s. the valleys are not necessarily a place of foreboding. 
...some are really a place of plenitude...imho <3
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