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I'm not an emotional parent, but after we brought our son home, when I read about/watch kids in the foster system/remand home, I end up crying all night thinking of how it could have happened to him.
When we went to meet him, we met this 3 yr old girl (my son is 3 now) who was looking after him, a 7 mth old. She cried and refused to let him go. We asked if we could bring her home too.
Her paperwork wasn't done due to some loophole- minor parents+grandparents who wouldn't ack. 3 yrs now and counting and that girl's face smiling at my son keeps me up some nights. Tonight seems to be one such night.
I feel like I failed her. Some day I will tell my son how loved he was, and still is. And how lucky we got. I rarely evangelise these choices we made, in public. Today, I want to. If you have the privilege, consider adopting a baby.
