I miss her

We are foster parents.  Back in February 2012, we had a 15 month old baby girl placed with us.  She was with us for over a year, almost half her life.  I miss her.  A lot.

So many things remind me of her every day.  Silly things.  She liked dancing and music.  We had a bunch of CDs that my friend made/sang on.  She LOVED his voice and his music!  Every day, we would put the kitchen CD player on and she would boogey her heart out!  She also danced to any theme song on television.  And if I was in the middle of doing something and not paying attention to her, she would SCREAM "Mama, look!".  I miss that.

I still hear her sometimes.  Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I can hear her calling for me.  She was my alarm clock.  She never tried to climb out of her crib, but would yell for attention.  Sometimes she would throw everything out of her crib if we made her wait too long.  One time, after a nap, I could hear her saying "Mama, look"....I went into the nursery to see her holding a dirty diaper in one hand, and her poop in the other hand.  She was SO proud of what she was handing to me!

We were in the middle of potty training and had bought her a musical Princess potty.  When she "did her business", the toilet would play a song.  And she would give herself a standing ovation, clapping and saying "YAY".  She made potty training fun.  I miss that.

I miss posting daily events involving her on Facebook.  "Overheard at the Piasecki house".....she was such a character and kept life exciting.  It was just so neat to watch her grow and learn.

She had all of us wrapped around her little fingers.  If I said no to her, she knew that all she had to do was run to "Da-Ye" and he would give her what she wanted.  The Three Stooges knew who buttered their toast too....they surrounded her whenever she was in the high chair.  When she was done eating, she would simply clear everything off the tray and let the dogs have at it.  Yes, all three gained weight over the past year!

One of the hardest things as a foster parent is learning to let go.  I'm so grateful that we were able to give her a happy life for over a year.  So grateful for everything she taught us.  I hope and pray that she's doing okay and that she's still happy and healthy.  And I hope she has a great life.  Mark and I did what we could to help her on her way.