The day I went to pick up The Twins was so cold and rainy. The weather was just bad that day. Baby Girl and I loaded up in the truck, put the address I was given into the GPS and headed out. First, we went to their previous foster home to pick up their belongings and then we followed their social worker to the daycare they had attended since entering foster care just one month prior. The social worker unloaded the carseats, handed them to me and went inside to get The Twins. I loaded the much too large and completely inappropriate (for three year olds) booster seats into my truck. I didn’t say anything to the social worker about the seats because I was just meeting this woman. If she was the one who bought the boys these seats, I didn’t want to offend her by saying they weren’t correct, so I just stayed silent. She came out of the daycare with two of the most precious little boys that I have ever seen. Identical twins, K and J walked outside in the cold with their little matching jackets on and I bent down to meet them. “Hi, I’m Miss B,” I said. “Oh, they’re going to call you mama,” the social worker interrupted. “They call all women ‘mama’ and all men ‘daddy.” “They can call me whatever they want,” I replied. In my mind, I knew this wasn’t a good sign. It isn’t normal for a child to use those words for anyone, but their immediate and most special caregiver. T never called me, “mama” and he was with me for seven months. The twins are younger than T, but still I knew this couldn’t be a good sign of attachment to their parents. I picked the boys up one at a time and put them into their car seats. The social worker told me she would be in touch with me later in the week and she drove away.
After everyone was all buckled, I got into the driver’s seat and looked in my rear view mirror. Three three-year olds looked back at me. Baby Girl, K and J were all buckled and ready to go. Was I? Could I do this? Three children under three years old is a lot… but yes I knew I could! God had given me this blessing and we were going to be fine. I turned around and said, “Everyone ready to go home?” K looked at me with a HUGE smile on his face and said to me clear as day, “We’re your babies now Mama!” My heart both sank and broke at the same time. They just met me. They haven’t been in my car for two minutes and they’re already calling me, “mama.”
Sweet precious babies. My sweet little twins!
5 thoughts on “Picking up The Twins”
I will be praying for those sweet boys! I know that you will be a huge blessing to them.
Thank you!!!! Please pray for their futures! They are such happy sweet boys! Just precious!
Three three year olds?! You are a braver woman than I, lol! Prayers for your little ones (and your continued sanity). Hopefully there won’t be any deeper attachment issues to contend with.
Thank you! I do need the prayers! One week down though and I can honestly say it has gone really well. I do worry about their little hearts. Why aren’t they missing anyone or asking about anyone? They communicate very well, I would expect a child to ask, “where is my mommy?” I worry about these babies!
Poor kiddos. I can only imagine what’s led them to this point so far. It just breaks your heart, doesn’t it? Thankfully, God is big enough to heal all wounds! Keep fighting the good fight, I’m sure you are a great foster mama!