675 Days
This isn't a milestone day - we have been placed together for over 22 months but it's not exactly 22 months today. Instead, it's just 675 days that Little Man and I have been together.
But it's days, like today, that reminds me of how far we have both come. How much has changed in both of our lives. Mostly all for the good.
Today, Little Man is hanging out with his Amee and Papa because camp is closed this week. He is running through a sprinkler, helping with chores, and running errands. All totally normal things.
I realize, every day, that this is not a normal life though. Every Saturday, he leaves for 24 hours. He leaves in good condition (physically and mentally) but comes back dirty, smelling of urine, manic and usually in the clothes he went in even though I pack him a bag with a lot of different clothes (pullups, PJ's, underwear, etc). And it doesn't matter to his case team...we continue to put him in that situation.
In 39 days, we go back to court to start termination. This was all supposed to be for nothing because she was supposed to relinquish rights. She recognizes that she can't provide for her kids. That they have needs beyond her abilities and she sees that they deserve more.
But the funny thing about borderline personality disorder is, she probably thinks (today) she's a great mother and the world is out to get her. Nevermind the abuse and neglect. In all fairness, she doesn't know anything different. She's only doing to them what was done to her.
So, we continue to do the same things that got him to the place he is now. We are working on his math skills, we are continuing to improve his reading, and we are building better foundations for his future.
Patience has never been my strong point. But this is all about being patient and doing what's best for him at the moment.
But it's days, like today, that reminds me of how far we have both come. How much has changed in both of our lives. Mostly all for the good.
Today, Little Man is hanging out with his Amee and Papa because camp is closed this week. He is running through a sprinkler, helping with chores, and running errands. All totally normal things.
I realize, every day, that this is not a normal life though. Every Saturday, he leaves for 24 hours. He leaves in good condition (physically and mentally) but comes back dirty, smelling of urine, manic and usually in the clothes he went in even though I pack him a bag with a lot of different clothes (pullups, PJ's, underwear, etc). And it doesn't matter to his case team...we continue to put him in that situation.
In 39 days, we go back to court to start termination. This was all supposed to be for nothing because she was supposed to relinquish rights. She recognizes that she can't provide for her kids. That they have needs beyond her abilities and she sees that they deserve more.
But the funny thing about borderline personality disorder is, she probably thinks (today) she's a great mother and the world is out to get her. Nevermind the abuse and neglect. In all fairness, she doesn't know anything different. She's only doing to them what was done to her.
So, we continue to do the same things that got him to the place he is now. We are working on his math skills, we are continuing to improve his reading, and we are building better foundations for his future.
Patience has never been my strong point. But this is all about being patient and doing what's best for him at the moment.
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