#foster son

[shinobi-illuminator]

Three Stars Together

Three stars who take different forms on earth. Mathias (Foster son of Elsa), Blue Fairy, and Valentino a star of Aries.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

I am so upset and heart sick. I just talked to my very first foster son that I fostered from the mall, who is now I think 40 or maybe a little older. He has been in and out of Mental Hospitals his whole life and has been on and off the streets because of being in and out of Mental Hospitals.

Just a few years ago he actually got his life together, got a steady job and got moved into a really crappy little house but it's something.

I found out today he has stomach cancer.

They caught it early and the tumors are the size of olives so they are just giving him medication orally but it makes him so sick that he can't eat, all he does is throw up.

When Mike was 15 he got kicked out of his house and he was takien in by another family who had a paraplegic son. That son was also named Mike so we called them Big Mike and little mike.

Little Mike died very suddenly at age 16. His organs just shut down. After Little Mike died Big Mike tried to kill himself several times. This landed him in a mental hospital.

Even though he was not living with his parents, his parents were military and had very good insurance so of course he was kept in the mental hospital until the insurance ran out. The mental hospital made him 10 times worse. The mental hospital also gave him drugs that made him go from 120 lb to 350 lb.

That weight was never lost and I'm sure it contributed to the health problems he had later in life. Plus, being poor, having no transportation, and having the closest store to you being a convenient store means you do not get the healthy options in your diet.

Since I moved from South Texas we now live across the state from each other and it hurts so bad that I am so far away and cannot be there for him in the way that I would like. So if you are reading this I asked that you send some good vibes or some prayers his way. He was a good kid and he never deserved the things that happened to him.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

It has been told that Huor the brother of Húrin was slain in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears; and in the winter of that year Rían his wife bore a child in the wilds of Mithrim, and he was named Tuor, and was taken to foster by Annael of the Grey-elves, who yet lived in those hills.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[tenth-sentence]

Túrin grew fair and strong in Dorianth, but he was marked with sorrow.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[isaalacrymosaa]

When Jane explains her science ...

[postapocalypticcandlehoe]

😭😭😭

[everydayesterday]

why is inmate calling 10$/hr.?  I mean, I get it -- beat down the beaten down to extract every cent possible because we’re a corrupt, selfish, nation -- but, as a human being, it’s fucking exhausting.

[alwaysbeyondhope]

From Me to Mom

It’s been two nights shy of two weeks.

Two weeks ago...I can’t even remember what I was doing two weeks ago. I have no texts, no photos, no nothing to remind me what I was doing. I probably spent all of Sunday just lounging at home, watching tv, or at my in-laws swimming in the pool.

I had no idea my life was going to change 48 hours from then.

I’m a mom now. Things are crazy and hectic as we try and get Foster Son (FS from now on) into daycare, making sure the paperwork goes through for Purchase of Care and WIC. My other half took off work last week and the week before to stay with him, but I was at work. Now she has to go back and I’m at home with him tomorrow, which means my day tomorrow revolves COMPLETELY around him.

Thank god for my sister and her 2, 3, 4 method.

I know this is gonna sound crazy or pretentious, but it’s true: nothing else matters in this world more than FS. Nothing. He is first in everything, the most important person in the world. It’s fucking terrifying and I constantly feel like I’m failing him but I would do anything for this boy, so long as he is happy and healthy.

There are times when the weight of it just falls onto my chest and I remember why he’s with us and what he’s been through and how fragile and precious his life is, and then I can’t breathe and I feel like I’m never going to be enough for my little man. But then I take a deep breath and I look at him and it might be something as simple as a smile or a laugh or when he holds my finger with his whole hand and I know I’m doing something right.

Two weeks ago life was just me, my wife, our dog, and our two cats. We had our house and bills diet plans and writing goals and time. We had so much free time.

Now everything is about FS - does he need changing, what did he put in his mouth, is it nap time, where’s his toy, soothing baby music and the sudden realization that only one car has a car seat in it right now and that car is not yours.

There are whole aspects of me and who I am that have been pushed aside - pushed aside so suddenly, with no warning - not like I had 9 months to prepare for this child - and I’ve gone from having my own identity to just one as FS’s foster mom. It’s scary and draining and exhausting but I wouldn’t have it any other way.