I'm having one of those days.
In my mind I call these days foster care days.
This is a day when my emotions hover close to the surface.
Everything makes me feel like crying, EVERYTHING.
I equate every real life or TV situation to foster care.
I rage inside about how unfair life is while at the same time feeling guilty about all of the support, love, opportunity and community my children have experienced.
I want to wake Primo up from his nap to hug and kiss him, seriously who wants to wake a toddler from a nap!
These are days when the chasm between foster care and my life seems so very wide.
Is there a bridge wide enough?
I am the bridge and on days like today I feel like I might snap.
I need to be shored up.
I need to understand how the so called fluke of birth places some children into comfy homes and lives and for others?
they land in the middle of a big mess.
How can we level the playing field?