The Second Visit

The entire drive to our home I could not stop looking at Adam and smiling.  It was like a dream.  Two years ago when I let him go I did not dream that I would ever see him again.  As I drove home my heart began to gush in love and in awe of this small child who had been spared from abuse for the past two years.

I wonder if I look at him with 'abuse' glasses all the time.  I keep looking for the attachment and abuse issues to jump out.  Everything that Adam does that is different than what my boys did makes me wonder if he is 'damaged'.  He is not scared of anybody and he talks to everybody.  This worries me.  He has no fear of living on the edge.  This worries me.  He screams his head off when it is bath time.  This worries me.  He places food in his mouth and keeps it there for an hour at a time.  This worries me.  He will not sleep with my other kids he will only sleep beside our bed.  This worries me. However, even with all of these worries I want to hug him and snuggle up with him until forever.

I will take him back to his foster family tomorrow.  At the beginning of the weekend when I picked him up his bag felt extra heavy.  I wondered what kind of clothes could weigh so much.  After opening the bags I understood why they weighed so much.  His current foster family took hundreds of pictures of him during these past two years and they sent the photos to our place with him.  As I flipped through the albums I began to see that this older couple loves Adam as much as I do.  He has become family to them.  Not only has Adam been spared of daily abuse but he has also been lavished with love.