It's All About Her

So often I find myself shaking my head and wondering just exactly where people have left their brains.

The past few days has been no exception. As I'm thinking it through, I realize just now, that all of it has to do with The Little Miss. There was plenty of advice given to me on just how exactly to raise and discipline this unruley toddler by well meaning older grocery gals. It seems as though we were asked to remove her from a family oriented venue because she was too loud, never mind the two boys playing tag or the two girls full body wrestling on the floor. We were shushed in a hallway by 4 adults, all from the same room, but through 3 separate doors. I hear it told, that doors can be closed. Then just today, it seems the ball was dropped again.

It is true what they say about foster care. It's not for everyone. There are plenty who can't and won't understand. These are kids with needs and experiences beyond what we can fathom, and yet they are expected to fit the mold of average everyday kid. These are kids to be loved feircely and held lightly. They need a sense of practicality and humor and freedom and safety. They don't need to be scolded more, especially for doing something like learning how to be a "normal" kid, for taking it on and trying it out for a test drive.

Hey, what do I know anyway, I'm just a mom.