I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
“We all come to foster care with mixed emotions, histories, and motives. Please don’t forget that this story is not primarily about you.”
She is the cutest thing we’ve ever seen, and we treasure the days and all the times until she can transition to a birth family member.
When all the toys are boxed, the treasures of one person in a many-person household, who would think that what is left behind could be so big?
With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
I imagine that, like me, you want an answer: something to eat or do or break or understand that will make the difference, make this bearable.