No one ever really talks about how hard Christmas can be with a five-year-old in foster care. While everyone else is making wish lists and talking about toys, all he asks for—over and over—is his momma. He hasn’t seen her in six months, and the last time was only through a video call.
I’ve only ever had teens during the holidays, and their sadness showed up in different ways. With him, there are no big explanations or grown-up conversations—just big feelings in a very small body.
Some days, all I can do is hold him, rub his back, and tell him I love him again and again. I hope it helps him feel calm. I hope it helps him feel safe. I remind him that he’s not alone and that I’m here, no matter what.
The nightly back scratches will keep happening. The bedtime stories will always be told. The reassurance will never stop. If love and consistency can carry him through this season, then that’s what I’ll keep giving—one hug, one story, one quiet moment at a time.
Merry Christmas to you all. Thank you to everyone who has been here for us along the way—to those who understand what we’re going through, and especially to those who understand what he is going through. We wish this wasn’t his story, but it is. And we will be here for him, every step of the way, until the very end. ❤️
Create Your Own Website With Webador