Robby

At the Center where I work, there is a little boy named Robby. He is 3 years old and every single bit of him is adorable. He came to the Center about 4 months ago when he was placed in a Foster home. I remember the first time I realized how much I cared was when he came wandering into my office, his big brown eyes brimming with tears and yet not quite crying, and said to me "I miss my Mommy." His tiny little voice just sorta touched me, and I sat there and rocked him for nearly an hour and just rubbed his back, trying to soothe him. Ever since then, as soon as he sees me he comes running, and as soon as he leaves, he says he wants to go home with me.

His foster mother is good, she takes care of all her Foster kid's needs (there are 5 in all,) materially anyhow. But she provides little in relation to emotional support or bonding. Which is fine, I guess, if the children are to be placed back in thier homes with thier parents... I suppose anyhow...

Today I made the rounds and visited the kids. I was told Robby asked about his Mother today - 3 times in fact. I sit here and try so very hard not to cry, but tears keep welling up in my eyes. Oh, how could a mother do something so terrible to have her own children taken away? Let alone, turn her back and miss out on her visitation rights? He is only 3 years old.

Strange as it may seem, and silly I suppose to you, I have totally fallen head over heels for this little boy. You know how every once in a great great while you meet somebody, and never ever forget them? He is one of those people.

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