Monday, March 15, 2010
Special School, My A**
At the end of each visit, saying goodbye gets harder and harder.
Johnny visited in our home this weekend. It felt very right having him here. It felt like an empty room in our hearts was soon to be occupied. There was boy time - there was alone time - there was Mom time. It all balanced and it all worked.
It's time to make a reality out of the whens and soons. It's time for Johnny to move home with us, and stay. And that could happen as soon as this upcoming weekend if his guardian ad litem (attorney appointed by the court for a foster child) stops insisting that Johnny be institutionalized.
Yep, I said institutionalized. Why a seemingly intelligent person believes sending Johnny to a 'special school' is better than living with a family that loves him and will take care of him is a question so ludicrous that I can't begin to imagine an answer.