The day my new life started

August 31, 2015
12:25 PM


And with that...I am the foster mom to a 5-year-old boy.

 I received a call from admissions, asking if I would be willing to take in a 5-year-old boy that had been removed from his home the previous Friday.  His two other siblings were placed with a family, but not him. He spent the weekend in the foster service office.  There is little known about him so I am going in blind.


5:14 PM

S is here and he is going wild with letters. This is going to be a wild ride.


Little Man really likes the letters and had to find a box to put them in and then proceed to carry them with him.  This begins his obsession to carry things with him at all times.  But he's so smart and knows all his letters, numbers, and colors.  He is TINY. All the clothes I have will not fit him for another 5 years, it seems. He is in diapers, but I knew that going in.  He doesn't talk well and he freaked out when I tried to take him to the bathtub because his diaper was gushing over with piss. He is terrified and sad and unsure.  I hope he know how much I already love him.



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