My girls love a good puppet
E was SOO excited to finally be able to touch her stocking
BB hung out with me while the girls got into their stockings
An update on BB. I am no longer allowed to sit in with BB's visits. We moved locations and so the formality begins. It was heartbreaking to drop him off to a stranger. Not knowing what was happening. But I'm sure what I felt was nothing compared to a kid who understands. That would be so terrifying. It breaks my heart that these kids go through torture because their "parents" can't get their act together. And their parents get chance after chance after chance, at what cost to the kid? It's just upsetting. I like what my friend said about fostering, nobody is above doing this. Nobody is too rich, too poor, too old, too anything as long as you provide a loving, nurturing, structured, and balanced home. (paraphrasing, but you get the idea).
"I just couldn't do it, what if I fell in love with the kid and couldn't (didn't want to) adopt" First off, you should fall in love with that kid. The love you give that kid may be the only love they ever truly know. You don't think my heart breaks every time I think about BB not staying? But then he smiles, or coos, or falls asleep on me; and my heart melts. I am crying as I'm typing. I probably am just overly tired and need to go to bed.
Like father, like son
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