I saw my former foster son, Moose, in the store yesterday with his grandma! I haven’t seen him in a year and a half, when I babysat for his parents on New Year’s Eve. (Background: I brought him home from the hospital at age 3 months, adjusted age 0, and he went home to his mom, dad, and grandma at age 7 months when I was 4 months pregnant.) I recognized him from facebook, though, and I have talked to his grandma many times in the grocery store, as she works there.

I immediately took him right out of her arms, without thinking. I was just like… “My baby! So big!” I told him so many times that I loved him, and I was happy to see him. He seemed surprisingly ok with me holding him (or just weirded out by an overly-affectionate stranger) and M was sitting in the cart, temporarily abandoned, looking befuddled as well.

Of course, his mom never followed through on letting me take him to music class with us. His grandma says she is with him more (maybe he lives with her now?) and that he probably wouldn’t behave with his mom. So now I know to go through the grandma! I’m hoping to meet up with them at a kids’ museum, soon.

He is healthy, happy, and soooo handsome. What a wonderful, rewarding feeling to see him doing so well with his family!


Categories: foster care

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