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.”
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?
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
I just purged my house, nesting, frenetically sorting through every closet, every drawer, to remove all that we don’t need. And now I am buying more.
I’ve been sharing my words in other ways this month. Here are some sneaky snippets.