This morning, I took S-Baby (and the majority of his toys and clothes, etc.) to his bio-family's house for the official reunification.
He was excited about being surrounded by all of his stuff in the car. And then he was confused as to why it was going into his family's house. And then he made the connection that I was leaving him and his stuff, and he started sobbing and ran over to me so that I could hold him. And, of course, I was crying too. Both of us were still crying when I left a few minutes later.
Walking away was the hardest thing I've ever done.
On the plus side, his bio-parents decided that it's okay for us to maintain a relationship, and they encouraged me to call whenever I want to pick him up for a few hours or take him out for lunch or play.
It's the best-case scenario for fostering, right?
That's what my head says. My heart? Not on board yet.
Sunburst Squash
10 hours ago
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