Losing "Z"

  Last week was rough.We had our first foster child leave. It was super sudden and very abrupt.We had been fostering this little guy since he was 3 months old, since last July.  He was our very first call. When we got the call it was the middle of the night. They give you very little details. They tell you why they are coming into care and the age and sex of the child and ask if you're willing to take them in.We had signed up to take newborn to 4 years old. Was I excited our first call was a baby?Yep!We got to watch this little guy grow from being so tiny, to walking and getting into everything. He had developed quite a feisty attitude, to which we had grown accustomed to love.Baby "Z" had these adorable piercing blue eyes that made is turn to mush.Although we were led to believe that he might not ever be "reunified" with his family, they ended up finding a distant relative to take him in.After 9 months of being "mom" to two boys, it's odd now in a way going back to being mom to just 1 child after 9 months.Needless to say my husband, my son and I were sad to see him go. I never expected for our entire family (aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents) to become so attached to this kid.We learned so many lessons being first time foster parents, but that's a post for another time.Until next time...