I’m not sure that I always did, but I sure do now…
It was May of 2022, I had the baby room all ready. The only thing missing was a baby. We had applied to be foster parents a couple of months before.
I specified that I wanted babies, under the age of two, (they do ask what age range you prefer and I definitely didn’t want teenagers). Which was the exception apparently. It’s bound to be more work, changing diapers, warming bottles etc. But I considered myself the baby whisperer and I wasn’t deterred by all that extra work.
From everything I’d been told, the agency was desperate for new foster parents and I was sure we’d get a call the second we signed the papers. But we waited and waited.
I texted the social worker every couple of weeks. “No babies yet?” This went on for a couple of months. Mother’s Day came and went and I remember feeling so sad that still I had no adorable little baby to cuddle. I mean, I had three grown children I loved but I had my heart set on giving love to a baby.
The following week I texted her again, still no baby? She said well I have an eighteen month old. “I’ll take him!!” She was surprised as I think she thought I only wanted baby babies.
The plan was made for the drop off the following Friday.
The rest is history and as you all know he’s the light of our lives. The fate or destiny part was when I texted her that last time and asked if there were any babies who needed a home. If I hadn’t have done that, Sid wouldn’t be ours.
We wouldn’t know this type of love that we do. And I’m speaking for both Clint and I. It’s not that we were unhappy before, by any means, but Sid’s brought this fulfillment to our lives that is unlike anything either of us has ever felt before. We didn’t even know we needed it.
It was fate, kismet.
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