Most days I forget

that you are a foster baby...but then reality strikes when the social worker calls.  Usually it's when I least expect it.  Dinner time, reading emails and one will pop up scheduling a visit, talking with friends and the phone rings.  It's a hard dance to dance sometimes.  Let's face it...all the time.  It's not so much that I want to forget that you are in the foster care system trying to reunite with your birth mom, but it's just so hard sometimes when she calls and makes an appointment for the "child" in my care.  The "child" I love.  The "child" I really would love to see in a permanent home.  I want you to have a permanent name and be seen for the beautiful baby you are.