A very big thank you to every one out there. Keep'em coming please.
Still hanging on by a thread here. No news. Dang it. No responses from my worker. Phone or email. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Trying to show some patience here but patience has never been my long suit. Those of you who know me IRL.....you can stop snickering now.
G and I had a conversation tonight about J's progress. We both agreed that J has truly reached new levels since I've been a SAHM. Emotionally and academically. I'm so grateful that I was forced to do this. I came into this adventure kicking, screaming and hanging onto the shreds of carpet by the tips of my perfectly manicured nails as I was dragged into this endeavor. Actually I spent several weeks grieving my loss of being a professional career woman. Then after I put on my big girl panties and "got over it" things just started changing. Kudos must be given to G for recognizing the changes and being willing to help facilitate the process. This is big stuff for him. I can't do this forever but for right now, just this moment, we are ok.
Which means that right now, during this next year, is the perfect time for K to come home. Yes, I am an adrenaline junkie, but also, I know that I am very good at being a mother to a kid with RAD. I don't have many talents. I'm not a talented writer as all of you can attest. Nor am I a crafty person or a knitter, seamstress, painter, designer, singer, dancer, actor, creative, funny or even clever. Truthfully, I am so jealous of people with talents. But I do have one talent. I am great at this RAD mom thing.
No. I've never met K. I haven't even been able to read her whole file. However, I am willing to fully commit to her attachment and walk with her. Coaching her along, helping her heal, therapy, PT, sensory integration therapies, home school, guided imagery, neurofeedback and whatever else is necessary. Whatever she needs to help her recover from a lifetime of abuse, neglect and bouncing around foster care. I am willing to be her mom forever. Moving heaven and earth daily. I'm ready to have my house destroyed, be pushed away, cursed, hit, pinched, screamed at and spit and peed - pooped on. Again. Maybe crazy is one of my talents. ;-0
I've never met her but I'm fighting for her.
K is my daughter too and she is waiting on me.