While visiting a friend of mine recently. I had the privilege to meet two of her new Foster Kids. One of them sat there playing on the PS2 and ignoring everything around him and the other was a little white tornado. He just spun around in the kitchen with a dish towel and he cleaned and shined just about everything but the walls.

I looked over the top of my glasses at my girlfriend and said "Where was he when I was still fostering". We both just giggled.

This little guy was about 9 and he cleaned house better than I do. I walked in the kitchen for a glass of water and he said "Let me help get that for you." He was better than the White Tornado Man and he had manners too. I was in shock.

Imagine how shocked I was when my friend told me he was a Class 3 child. I said "No way". I am so impressed with his honeymoon moments that I just adore him. It will take a lot for me to think this child could ever be a class 3 child.

Heck, if all class 3 children were like him... I would have adopted a small village. It amazes me at how resilient children are. They can live through the worst physical and emotional abuse and still seem so calm. You have to recognize and know that still waters run deep when parenting a child.

I don't like to see numbers and disorders labeled to a child unless it is necessary. Each child is different and they change when they are placed from home to home.

By cleaning, this little guy was showing his new Foster Mom he could put his best foot forward. It is helping him bring the other foot closer and learn to stand in balance of his own life that will be the amazing journey.

Like a unique puzzle God uses older children to teach us how to make life fit. We may have to trim our edges and get out the glue but if we work together....You can help fix me and I will help fix you. :o)