Updated: Sep 11, 2020
The word "no" was used a lot. Privileges were lost. Second chances were offered. A family visit fell through.
Hugs were given. Questions were asked. Conversations were had. His tears flowed. We had a rough day. A very rough day. Then, we pulled out the art supplies. Decorated cards,
Drew random pictures. We had dinner, prayed, sang and ate cake.
There were videos, giggles and phone calls. Towards the end of the day, This, up and down, kind of day, Laying on the sofa, His face in the iPad, He looked up and asked if I was his new mom. We had another conversation.
Bed time arrived.
There were more tears. More questions. More hugs given too. Partly because he didn’t want to go to bed. Mostly because he missed his family. Before he fell asleep he said, “you’re a good mom.” He paused. “A good foster mom.” Again, hugs were given. Again, tears flowed.
This time they were mine.