We got a little boy early this morning; they dropped him off around 1:30am. He was hesitant and scared, repeatedly asking to go home and for mama. He was dressed in backwards, dirty clothes, no socks. This sweet boy, torn from his world by police officers and kind, but unfamiliar social workers, and placed into mine. “I don’t want to have a sleepover. I want to go home.”
With all the kids and bio parents I have worked for, a phrase is passed to almost every child. “Be brave. Be brave for Mommy, sister, brother, Daddy, etc.” I can’t imagine being that young child and completely confused and upset. Maybe afraid to cry, not wanting to disappoint the call to be brave.
It’s okay for our kids not to be brave. Especially in these types of circumstances. But can we teach them, they’re loved? I pray that we will come aside our kids, however long or short they’re in our family, even our forever kids, and show them love. Let them be secure in knowing we love them, God loves them, and through love we can be confident that God is in control and he is with us.
Okay-first 5 minute Friday over! It can be kind of intimidating not being able to sit and think over my thoughts. But, I really like it 🙂 Thanks to The Gypsy Mama!