Sunday, October 22, 2006
Grandma's house
My RAD affected 4 year old was homesick! I could've cried, actually I did. After one night at Grandma's house, my little guy cried for me.
Isaiah has been home for 2 years, just 2 1/2 years old when I picked him up. He spit on the back of my seat all the way home, screamed and called me a "butthead". The most affected of any foster child I had yet to deal with.
Over a year of attachment therapy. Strict, consitent parenting. Holding and rocking, holding and rocking. Repairing 2 years of hurt and pain.
Finally, a ray of hope. My baby called me and asked to come home.
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