“This is Alex.”“Alex??”
"Yep. Guess what?"
"I got a new Pokemon ball."
(Classic Alex conversation. Talk about something cool he has.) He said his mom got it for him. I thought “no, I didn’t” but then realized he was referring to someone else.
He then said, “Guess what?”
“What?”“I got adopted.” “You did? Who adopted you?” “Adhis & David--- I mean,” and then he corrected himself with his new parents’ names. “Wow! When did you get adopted?” “A long time ago. On Tuesday.” I chuckled. Classic Alex. He’s 6 years old now. I also got to talk to his sister, who is now 8. “I didn’t know they (her new parents) had your phone number!” she exclaimed. I did. I guess they thought it was best the kids didn’t know that piece of information. Until today, apparently. I asked about the older brother, who is now 9. He was not adopted by this family and was living somewhere else. My heart ached, but my chest pains had subsided. We had been willing to adopt all three kids and, yet, the State split them up. (Sigh… welcome to the foster care system. I remembered when we went through our initial training; the instructor told us, “Be prepared to have your heart broken.” They weren’t kidding.) We did find out that the older brother did get baptized and that was really neat to hear. Despite being revisited by a bit of heartache, I am so happy to have heard from the kids! I am thankful that their new parents let them chat with us. :::glow::: David loved chatting with them, too. We hope to hear soon from the older brother, but for now, it is great to get ANY news. They still feel like our kids and it was wonderful to hear from them on Mother’s Day weekend. Once a Mom, always a Mom. But what an emotionally exhausting morning…