Coming up on 5 months with us and Sprout is starting to understand this whole foster-kid thing and the temporary nature of it all. Last week he told me he didn’t want to go to visits anymore. Ironically, he got his wish when mom cancelled out of the blue this week. And recently, every time we pull into the driveway, he announces that this is his house – the house from which he’s going to walk to school when he’s big big bigger. Just like that.
On the way to school today, a little voice piped up from the back, “I don’t want to live with Aunt M again. I want to stay with you. And I can see Mommy T only a little bit. On Sundays.”
Anything I can think to say in response, its just not enough to answer the question that’s begging at his heart. Right now that question doesn’t have an answer and it’s not going to any time soon. So I wrap him in my arms and remind him that he’s very special and very loved and no matter what roof we find ourselves sleeping under, he will always have a home in my heart. What else can I do?
If you’ve found yourself in a similar situation, what do you do?