Very brief phone call with Hope tonight. Foster family has taken in a new sibling group with some very little ones. Hope was explaining who she was talking to on the phone to the 3 year old when she said:
“She’s adopting me, so she’s kind of my mom. Well, technically, she’s my mom.”
My heart did back flips while I played it cool on the phone. It was just a few short weeks ago when she said calling me mom was weird because she had never called anyone that before. Now, she’s calling me that as a descriptor. She hasn’t called me mom directly yet, but I have hope that she will, likely sooner rather than later.
What an unexpected delight after a crappy day of writing. A day where a small flaw in the data rendered four hours of dissertation writing nearly useless. Listening in on Hope telling someone that I’m her mom is the perfect ending to this day.
Love that kid!