|Our photo wall.|
The call came around ten o'clock, and within thirty minutes from the phone ringing there was new baby in our home. He was precious and immediately adored by everyone. In a few days I was able to meet his mom. She was a young woman just beginning her adult life and in need of support. I have never seen someone work so hard to change their life. She joined a great program, never missed a visit, and really put in the work. I found myself caring as much about her as I did her young son. One year after he came to our home I was able to hand this little guy back to his mama. I hugged her and told her how proud I was of her. I also let her know I was around if she ever needed me.
There are children who have come through our home, and I don't know where they are or how their life has turned out. I have a photo gallery on one of the walls in my house. On it hangs a photo of every child I have loved who has left. I walk by their pictures and think of them and pray they are safe and happy. His photo is special because I still get to see him. We live in the same small town and our paths cross almost every day. I'm not sure what his mom has told him about who I am, but it doesn't matter. It is her story to tell, not mine. When she sees me there is always a smile, a warm hello, and often a hug. It fills my heart with such joy every time I see the two of them together. I was not meant to be his forever mama. My purpose was to be the safe place for him during a vulnerable time in his life, and an advocate for his reunification with the woman who loved him so deeply. When I see them I know I fulfilled my calling. I loved fiercely and completely...both of them.