Good Morning Company Girls!
Well, the weather has turned quite coolish in this part of Canada.......considering how weird our summer was, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Fall/Autumn only lasted about a week! Today my kids wore their winter coats and mitts to school! This is not fair!!! My least favourite season is winter and here we are in the middle of October and the weather guy is mentioning snow! Snow, people!!!! A bit much I'd say!
Today is second eldest son's 26th birthday. This guy is one messed up person. He came to live with us at the age of 2-1/2 after being in five other foster homes. When he was three, he nearly drowned...well actually he did drown...he just didn't die. Eldest daughter, who had taken him to the beach, found him face down, spread eagle in the water where we camp....she gave him C.P.R. and the life guards from the pool that was close by the beach, came and helped. He was a fortunate little guy. A couple of years later, he became available for adoption. Quite frankly we really didn't know whether we were the right parents for him. The Children's Aid agency who we fostered for, looked everywhere for another family...you see, his birth parents were born in Morocco, and as such he wasn't considered Caucasian...plus his family was(is) Muslim...we are Christian......the agency found no one.....Muslim people are very particular about 'the blood'...they don't adopt other people into their family who aren't blood related. At this same time, we were trying to adopt a little girl that came to our home as a new born just three months after this toddler came......... a social worker told us...'you might adopt one,...you'll never get two'....well, the adoption papers were finalised for both kids just two months apart. This also made us a trans-racial family...which came in handy later on, when we wanted to adopt a little bi-racial girl that came into our home when she was just 3 days old.
As this little boy grew, it became obvious that he had a number of problems...at the time he was diagnosed with ADHD. It wasn't until he was in his late teens that we realized that it was really FASD....Fetal Alcohol....his mother had consumed alcohol while pregnant with him and damaged his brain...permanently.
We tried to help him in many ways,....counsellors, therapists, doctors...even an expensive place for teens down in the states...to no avail......by the time he was 18 he was living on the streets, going from one place to the next.....involved in drugs and drinking. Every once in awhile when he was desperate for a place to sleep he would show up and we'd make up the couch for the night.
Five years ago, he fathered a little boy......a cute little guy who sounds amazingly like he did when he was that age.....we see him from time to time.....
Last Saturday our son showed up for an hour or so before Thanksgiving dinner...he hadn't communicated with me after I invited him so he didn't know the time of the dinner and he had to leave before most of the relatives arrived. This morning I sent him a text message to wish him a Happy Birthday...I asked him if he was at home so I could bring his gift around........he didn't reply.........maybe I'll just save it for Christmas.