For getting up 7 times in the night with a screaming baby who doesn’t share your DNA.
For googling ways to comfort a baby born addicted to meth, when you feel at a loss.
For crying over biological parents’ loss— even if they don’t seem to feel that loss so very much.
For singing lullabies to the stranger who moved into your home today and assuring her that she is safe.
For quietly patching holes in walls after uncontrollable tantrums.
For advocating on his behalf to school teachers, coaches, and friends.
For the moments when you stand under the shower shaking with righteous anger on behalf of a child who has had their innocence robbed far too young.
For driving miles and miles and miles each week to appointments, visitation, and therapy.
For getting the cold shoulder or worse from biological family members and responding in love.
For building a relationship with her mother, and seeking to mentor and model what a healthy family looks like.
For trying every possible way to help a child with RAD, when everyone else has given up.
For supporting reunification when you know your heart will snap.
For being willing to become a forever family when her family has disappeared.
For taking the punches and responding with “I love you.”
For being willing to risk.
In case no one else has said it, I will. Thank you.