A brother with little contact with his birth parents looks out for his little brother.
Today was scheduled to be a visit with August’s birthmother.
These happen four times a year; and to say August is at an age where he not only understands the purpose of the visits but looks very much forward to them is an understatement. Tell him we’re going to see his birthmother and he beams. His growing four-year-old feet do a little tap, and his upper body wiggles in a way that is nothing short of infectious.
His comfort with all of this, his doubtless affection for her . . . all of this makes me so happy because it so obviously makes him happy.
So when she can’t make it due to work or other family obligations, he is disappointed; I am disappointed. And, I suspect, he is also sad. And it’s not just his parents who know this but also his brothers, who do not share the same opportunity…
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