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It has been more than a month since our foster son arrived in our home. My partner noted the other day that T had already settled in to become another part of our family. It is as if he has always belonged here. He has bonded with us and we are hopelessly bonded to him. The dogs are in tune to him and our oldest has begun to show her protectiveness by sleeping in front of his crib and by carefully inspecting anyone who enters our home and decides to get near T. But as our connection grows with this little boy so does our apprehension that he is in foster care with us. He is not our child and his future is not at all certain. 

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Today marks one month and one day that T has been with us.  He arrived on October 19th, a quiet little guy with a crooked, instantly disarming grin.  T still has that grin, but the “quiet” and “little” descriptors might as well be a thing of the past. Read the rest of this entry »

This is a rare moment.

Right now, at 10:14 AM Eastern Time, the house is absolutely quiet. Mika, Milo, and Rocky are all sleeping, curled up on the floor in front of me, and T is an hour and a half into his first morning nap. That’s probably 30 minutes too long, but that’s okay. He could use a good long nap. And frankly, so could I - him having a long nap I mean. I’ve been home and off work since Monday, and I feel like I’ve been in motion ever since I woke up that Monday morning. I get more rest at my day job! It’s all good though. I wouldn’t trade these past four weeks (four weeks!!) for anything.

So what should I do with this short time I have to myself? Read the paper? Make myself some tea? Play some music? Watch TV? Maybe just watch the birds visit the feeders that I’ve neglected up until yesterday, when guilt finally overcame me and I filled them all back up.

Of course, in the 10 minutes it took me to type this up, the baby monitor next to me just buzzed back to life and I can hear T’s familiar “geeee!”.

I’ll take advantage of the next nap. Or maybe the one after that.