So, the social worker took "Little Boy" to my husband's office after school yesterday. She told him that she had some really good news. She then asked him what the best news he could get would be, and he said, "Not having to go back to that foster home." The social worker told him that he wouldn't have to go back there, and asked him where he would like to live. "Little Boy" looked at my husband and said, "With Mr. L . . ." And that was the best news Mr. L could have gotten. And the social worker said that yesterday was the best day of social working she had experienced. Ever.
And while we may only have "Little Boy" for a short while, maybe it will be long enough to help him feel valued and safe. And hopefully down the road when he finally settles in to his permanent home, he will go with confidence, knowing that somebody loves him.
If only all little boys and girls . . . and big boys and girls . . . could be loved . . . by somebody. What a better world it would be.