I think butterflies are the fad for baby girls right now. They're on everything. Blankets, crib sheets, onesies. G has been known to call Z his little mariposa. (She is half Mexican, in case you forgot!)
Well, today the little pink and purple butterflies have taken up temporary residence in my gut.
We have a visit with Z's mom this afternoon. I am going in to meet her, because she wants to go to Z's doctor appointment tomorrow, and the social worker cannot be there. So I have to decide if I can handle having her there with no supervision.
I was actually getting used to dropping off Z at the back door of the county agency and picking her up an hour later. Figures there is a new wrinkle. Heaven forbid I should get comfy.
Yesterday someone said to me, "More people should do what you're doing." (Fostering, they meant.) I replied, "Now that I'm doing it, I know why more people don't."
This is hard and scary. I'd love to have your prayers on my behalf today.