Tuesday I went to visit a new kiddo. Up until about 2 weeks ago, one of my co-workers had been seeing him. However, he's in foster care, and in that 2 weeks he'd moved to a new home. I'm not sure why. When I talked with Alicia, we were curious as to how he would be bonding with a new foster family since he'd been in his previous home for quite a while.
I arrived just as he and his younger sister were getting home from day care. The good thing was, the kiddos have obviously bonded well with their new foster parents. The sad thing was that the little boy (3 y/o in September), was obviously petrified of me. In talking about it with the adults, we're reasonably sure that he figured since a new person was there it meant that he was going to be taken to a different home...again. He literally sat in Mom's lap and cried for 45 minutes straight. Any time I tried to talk to him he turned away from me, and any time Mom tried to detach him a bit or engage him in something, he just cried harder. Breaks my heart that such a little guy has had such upheaval in his life already. We did manage to make a bit of headway- I fed him and his sister a snack, and that at least made him smile and talk to me a bit.
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