Tyke had a bad dream last night. I came to comfort him and he looked sadly at me with sleepy eyes. "S_______ (bio-mom) came an taked me away. She was squishing me like dis." He clenches his little hands repeatedly. He looked up at me with sad eyes, "She tear me all up."
I offered the cheap comfort I could. "You're safe baby. I'm here. Your safe." He prayed AGAIN, "God don't let S_______ take me away. I don't want anymore bisits."
I know God heard him. I pray his prayers are answered.
No one at DC$ cares about his nightmares, and his fears, and his trauma. If they did this tragedy would not continue. God cares, and I know that's true. So I pray it isn't part of his plan to continue with visitation for these boys.
Tyke needs to know that his place with us is forever. I look forward to the day when that can be part of his healing.
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