Today Jase and Zain officially joined our family. Eh, that’s not right.
Something was missing though. Answers to questions I didn’t know. Traits I could not claim. Family history unknown to me.
My ‘first born to me’ yet the fourth child I have been privileged to love as my own.
My Dad is amazing. Simple as that.
I always wanted her to be my best friend, my confidant, my safe place...
I’m not sure what hurts more...
I wanted a boy. At the time, I already had one boy, so I knew what to expect. But that was not really the reason.
The physical abuse stopped once I threatened to fight back. The shaming, the degrading, and the criticizing never ended. 27 years later I was given my reason.
It is a term I have heard him use to describe himself more than once.
“I couldn’t do it, I’d get too attached.” This is the single greatest excuse I have heard as to why people claim they aren’t fostering.