He barreled into our hearts and home for just a short while, that little angel-boy with chubby cheeks and enchanting laugh. His personality was as cheery as his given name, Sonney Rain-no-more. He loved everything. He loved going to the zoo. He loved climbing on “daddy’s” back to play horsey and snuggling on “mommy’s” lap when he was sleepy. He loved the park, especially climbing up and flying down the slide, over and over. He loved his friends and playing with them- everyone he met was a friend in his way of thinking. He loved bedtime stories and birthday parties. He loved and missed his real mama, even though she couldn’t always take care of him.
His real mama was abused first by his father, who was already long gone, and now by her new boyfriend. She was “trying” to leave, but it was just too hard. A new baby was on the way. So instead she tried to “make it work.” When enough progress was made to satisfy the court, Sonney went home, leaving us, his foster parents.
Some months later, “making it work” wasn’t working anymore and Sonney returned to us for awhile, this time with a little sister who had even chubbier cheeks and the name Pork Chop- not her given name, but the only name anybody called her. It wasn’t long until somehow the parents again had it “together” enough for the children to return home.
A couple of years passed before we saw Sonney again. His difficult home life was taking a toll. He was too old for his age, tough and street smart. His name was not enough to keep the storm clouds away.
The family moved away. Eventually we moved from the area, too. I don’t know what happened to Sonney, but I hope the day came when indeed it rained no more for him, and he could remember and reclaim the joyful spirit he had as a little boy.
It isn’t an easy thing to be a foster parent, we learned this more than once, but there are still many children who need foster parents.