Well, as of Friday, I am the foster parent of a toddler.  And now I sit here wondering how such a little bitty person could so totally turn my world upside down. Glad to have him though. The timing was one of those things that was so precise, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the hand of the Divine was in it. It should have been one of the saddest days I have known, but I had a bundle of responsibility dropped into my lap and there was not time or energy left to mourn what in comparison was a superficial loss.
Where once foster parenting was something I was more than ready to move on from, here I am now not ever wanting to do anything else. People tell me all of the time how lucky my children are to have me. I'm lucky to have them.