Whilst Spidey and Aquaman frolicked with grandparents this weekend, Superdad and I attended classes to be able to foster. We sat through those same classes just about 4 years ago. Same videos, same handouts. You'd think we'd be bored silly. I mean, we've heard it all before, yadda yadda yadda
We weren't bored. Heartbroken, but not bored. We were both just heartbroken at what happens to some kiddos. We're heartbroken at the HUGE hurts they have to endure.
This time it was more personal.
We live with two kiddos who were hurt like that.
This time was more interesting.
The class was small, with an interesting mix of people, a teacher, an engineer (OK, two engineers), a doctor, parents, soon to be parents. . . and they all opened their mouths. Each brought a different perspective, a different layer.
I love the trainer we had today. Not only is she just plain nice and cute, she's a wealth of information with an easy way of getting people involved. She keeps us on track, yet answers questions. No one seemed intimidated. No one seemed like this was just what they had to sit through, it was personal and real for all of us.
As we sat there, hearts breaking, all we wanted to do was get to our sons. We just wanted to hug, kiss and THANK GOD we have them. But for the grace of God, we are not those parents, those parents who rule the roost with intimidation, control and a total lack of skills. How is it that I was born into a family where my parents knew how to raise me, who knew I'd need to learn how to think, need to know what I was good at, need to know all sorts of things AND need their comfort and protection?
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