It’s been a hard day as a foster parent. Today our foster child went to his father’s funeral, and he has pretty much been crying nonstop all day since. I want so much to take the pain away but I can’t. I wish I could replace his parents and give him everything he never got from them, but it’s not possible to turn back time.
I hope that someday he will see that even though he has lost a lot, he still has people who care about him deeply and would do anything in their power to make his life better. Of course, we can’t raise the dead or make a deadbeat parent step up to the plate and do their job. I wish we could, but we can’t. At times like this, I wonder how much we can help at all. I guess at least he knows that we care and are here for him.