Foster Parenting Adventures: My 12 year old son's guest post: " I saw my mom, Tikkun Olam, talking on the phone in our doorway. That had me wondering. We don't usually receive calls at that time. I know that would usually be a crazy thought. I am a child. Children are curious. Well anyway, my bus dropped of some more people and turned around to drop me off. I got home and my mom was still on the phone. She was saying something about age, if I remember correctly. Soon after that she got off of the phone and told us that we had just gotten a placement! I was shocked. It was time to prepare. I started to clear out CD's room of junk and I rested. If you don't think that's a necessary part of preparing for a new sibling after a very long day of camp, you are wrong. Remember? Pooped? So I rested."
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