There were no lights in the closet. He thought spiders were crawling on him. The door was always locked. Still, he always checked it …just in case.
Year: 2018
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Prior to living with us, he had been in 7 different “families.” No wonder it took so long to get to know him! A sense of self is patterned after those we are around and identify with. I’m so glad he chose to identify with us!
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In a matter of months, this child we were caring for had received nine diagnosis’ with three more to be confirmed or ruled out. Be warned. This is not an unusual situation to run into.
“That’s him.” My spouse picked out a boy from the crowd and our world stood still. I was jealous of my spouse and rejected what was in front of my eyes. For me, love would take a long time to manifest. But I did feel something…
Despite some extraordinary events and discoveries, we accepted this boy from foster care. Day after day we accepted him. And we evolved from strangers to parents because of this. We are blessed to have done so. *A special poem for foster/adoptive parents.*
“Clean your room,” I said. “I did,” my son retorts. A sense of déjà vu hit me. And then I remembered. Two years ago I made my son a promise.
The goal is to assist with “rewiring” the pathways towards social connections and therefore, the ability to form a healthy relationship. I pray that one day my son’s spirit will be restored and he will see with open eyes that I am not the person who hurt him.
I worry about the meltdowns he has. I wonder if he’ll end up on the 5 o’clock news one day. Will love be enough to conquer all?