So it’s been a little quiet around here eh. And it’s not that I haven’t written, I have. A lot actually. Many post written at 5 in the morning, one handed on my phone while I rock and rock and rock our baby bear to sleep. But I can’t share; it feels like all too much. The encroaching deadline of his court date is weighing on me. I want him to stay with us so badly, even if it’s only for a year. I’d gladly accept any extra second I could spend with him.
They say Foster Care is not for wimps, and they weren’t kidding. But on the other hand I also think that foster care could be for most people, if we could just be a littler brave for the sake of someone who needs the love so much and for the sake of all the joy they bring. So I am a wimp, but I’m working on being brave every day for our little baby bear. I say silent prayers every time he smiles at me and holds onto me, in hushed tones I whisper “be brave, be brave, be brave…”
Cheers to words of comfort.