About A Boy

It's not the first time The Boy came into my life that I really remember.

It was the second.

One of the toughest aspects of being a foster parent is the letting go. You open your home to a child in need, welcome them into your family, make them feel loved and hope that you're making a difference. It's only natural that over time they feel as if they belong. It feels as if they may never leave. Of course, gnawing there at the back of your heart and mind is the knowledge that they will leave at some point. You tell yourself it's what you are meant to do. Break the cycle. Help the child. It's all part of the process. You tell yourself you won't let it bother you.

In other words, you lie to yourself. 



I cried the night The Boy left us. I cried harder the day he came back.

Of course, all that uncertainty is now gone and, as I have always felt, The Boy is now and will forever be my son. For better or worse, you might say.

This past weekend, The Boy celebrated his first communion mass. The Boy is quickly growing up, and I feel blessed every day to know that The Lovely Wife and I will be there to watch him do it.

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Today's post includes a bonus video. The first is quite possibly The Boy's favorite song right now. The second is a song that's been in my head all day and has a pretty quirky video to go with it.

For The Boy:

 

And just for kicks, follow this link for the second video.