It is amazing how many pictures I have and the memories that they bring up. I have many pictures of my foster children. Some of them are now friends and I have been sharing those pictures with them. In one set I have a rare picture of a grandfather who has since passed away. Pictures can be such a gift. Some of my foster child pictures remain secret. I wonder if I will ever be able to share them. Many are baby pictures.
I found pictures from Larissa's first road trip. We went to Missouri to see Jason graduate from basic training and we visited St. Louis while we were in the state. She did great and loved to travel.
He came to us when he was 2 1/2 years old. He hadn't been parented in any way and had no language, ability to play or other skills that a child his age should have. Actually we were told that he had intellectual disabilities. They were so wrong. He has challenges but not to the point that they told us. IQ is not permanent, his increased every time he was evaluated.
By time he turned 4 his behavior has improved to the point where we could take him on a road trip.
His first road trip was to Texas where he fell in love with all things cowboy. He got his first cowboy hat, boots and shirts.
Some days my heart aches for them, the struggles that they have in life because of things that were beyond their control. Some things that happened even before they were born. But, I know that they are in a good place and have opportunities to achieve much in life. Honestly, coming into care saved their lives.
And so our family was complete.....so we thought.