It was around 9 p.m. and we received a call from our Foster Care Worker. They had a little boy about 14 months old that they needed to place.

Of course we told them we could take him. We were told that he hated women and didn't get along well with his birth mom.

It didn't take long before we were off to a good start. I made diner and sat him up to the table and everyone else sat down to eat. A few seconds later our new little guy dropped a noodle off his plate on to the table. He began crying and saying over and over "I sowwy mommy." This just broke my heart. I knelt down beside him and smiled and kissed his cheek. I looked into his little tear filled eyes and said. It's ok honey. Boo Boo's happen then i purposely dropped a noodle off my plate too and giggled. Then I took a napkin and cleaned them up and said All gone.

From that moment on he changed. The bald spots on his head began to fill in and no longer did he stay in his play pen all day or in his bed.

I took him shopping and bought him new clothes and little dress pants and vests. He shinned like a new diamond when we took him to see his birth mom.
She lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw him.
He ran to her and said hi mommy two. He got a little mixed up there because we had taught him mommy one was birth mom and mommy two was me.

He sailed through his visit. It wasn't long until the adoption manager was on our tail. She told us no naps or food before visits. She was stressed because his turn around looked bad for her records.

This little boys mom never missed a visit. She never showed up without a gift for him and she played with him all the time. She had emotional and mental issues which kept her from being able to care for him. Had he been 5 or more or had she had good back up systems she would have been a fine mother.

However because we refused to keep him from his normal nap time and to hold his lunch so that he was not cranky. We were told we were not complying with the agency. I could not see how keeping a child from his normal nap time and not feeding a child was not in compliance.

After 11 months and wonderful bonding they decided to move him to his old foster home. He was there one day and feel out of the door and busted his lip and face.

I have my suspicions about her because of how he reacted about the noodle when he first arrived at our home and how he did not like women. I also could not see why he would have a loss of hair because he had been in Foste Care during his development.

Today we have an 8x10 of him on our wall. We will never for get him. When they came to take him he brushed a tear from my eye and said "My mommy cry?"
I told him yes sweetie. Mommy cry but mommy will be ok. We gave kisses and he was off into the world. Where he is today I do not know.

It is times like these that I wonder what Foster Care is doing to our children. I would have kept him forever and ever. I wonder who's best interest it was in to remove him from our home. It sure was not in ours or in his. Later in the year I found out they relinquished custody to his mother and he was a ward of the court.

My prayers include him every night.