Our daughter has two foster girls aged 1 1/2 and 2 1/2. They are the sweetest and most lovable little girls. The oldest one is such a thinker and a very busy little lady. She can't sit still for very long at all.
The younger one is so huggable but when she is walking away from you has this adorable yet devilish smile that she will give you. It says, "I'm up to something." They are so much fun.
As soon as these precious pebbles landed on the waters of our lives, we were touched. The laughter and good times continue to grace our presence. We were told that the girls' mother would probably not recover from her issues and that these girls could become a part of this family forever. My daughter was ready to adopt. They had two boys previously where things happened just that way.
They knew there was a chance that the girls could go back to their Mom, but it was said to be unlikely. So, bonds reinforced by love and time strengthened between these girls and their new family.
Yesterday my daughter got the call from the social worker that the mother has been making a miraculous turn around in her life and is working hard to get the girls back. When once my daughter was told that they would have the girls through Christmas, now they may go back to their mother then.
Of course, children belong with their parents. That is the natural thing to wish but oh, the pain that their new family feels. Not only the loving grandparents, and my daughter and her partner, but their two boys. They haven't been told yet and it will be very hard on them--especially knowing their own mother never worked that hard to get them back. It is going to have psychological effects on them.
My daughter did her part and did it well. She loved and cared for those little girls when their own mother could not. They gave them the nourishment to keep these girls mentally stable and happy. They did a great job. Now their job is over.
The problem is, the heart still beats and breaks. Dreams of the family with two boys and two girls are over. Future dreams have been shattered in one strong blow. They have to "Love someone enough to let them go", whether they want to or not. There are still a couple of months of loving them left and we will all do our best but I know, as for myself, there will be some tears. We will all need strength as we go through these months.
These two little precious pebbles won our hearts. They have made ripples in our lives that we will forever remember. We thank God for the short time they were with us and pray that he watches over them all their lives.
UPDATE: The mother relapsed and the girls have been adopted by my daughter and her partner in their forever home.
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