Thursday, April 22, 2010
The moment my heart burst.
Yes, it's a terrible picture. On purpose. Because the one on the right is my kid but the one on the left isn't.
At the park on Sunday I was pushing E-beast on the swing and this cute little girl (who said she was 2 yrs old but she was awfully big for that) asked if I would push her, too. I told her I would be happy to, but to go ask her mom if it was okay, to which she replied, "But she's in the car way over there." Keep in mind this is a fairly large park and all the cars are pretty far away. I asked if she was with someone else and she said her sisters were here, too, but they were in the car.
So, I put her in the swing next to E. They were silly and had "races" and giggled. After awhile she pointed and said her sisters were coming. They were probably around 7 and 9ish and she wanted to get down to play with them. She followed them up to the highest slide but she was too scared to go down the slide and began crying. They made fun of her and kept playing elsewhere, leaving her stranded.
Eliot looked at me with big eyes and said, "Mommy! Let's save her!"
He doesn't get it yet, but he's totally on board with fostering. He's gonna rock it. Probably better than we will.