Just had to weigh in on this thread, even tho was a few days ago.
Tuesday was my daughter's 5th birthday. Lordy, where does the time go? We're foster parents, and she came to us at 16 months old. The very first thing she did (the caseworker hadn't even left yet) was toddle into the other room and find a little bottle of blue craft paint, and squirt it all over herself, the wood floor, the carpet, everything. She loves to hear that story, and see the outfit with the blue paint on it.
Three years later, we finalized her adoption. I don't know how many times I started to pack her things, so sick at heart I could hardly breathe, just sure she'd be sent to live with distant relatives she didn't know. Thank God the judge saw that was not the right thing for her.
When she came to us, she had been very traumatized and neglected...for months, she wouldn't even make eye contact with us or play. Now she's the ultimate bossy (yet loving) big sister, full of spunk & silliness. She truly believes she's a princess, and adores anything that sparkles.
We now have her new little brother as a fosterson, and have reestablished contact with her birth mother (a good thing), and are trying to reestablish contact with her older brothers.
So 8/21 is a good day for us.
