I dreamed about Baby B last night. It was a long, winding story, like we spent a whole lifetime with him in just one night. (I guess that’s sometimes how it felt on those longest nights with him.) 266 more words
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I’m getting pretty good at chicken burials.
It’s no secret: I didn’t want him in the first place. Maybe that’s not really fair to say; the truth is that I wasn’t confident that I would know how to care for him, and I was intimidated by the thought of having a rooster. 1,089 more words
As Christmas 2015 was coming closer, we were told once again that the boys would probably be going back to live with their biological parents. Despite a few questionable accidents, the court had decided that both of their biological parents were following their plan and the reunification process would begin. 596 more words