We have a tradition around Foster Home (borrowed from the lovely Aleks of Love and a Six-Foot Leash), to write a letter to each of our fosters after they go to live with their forever family. The words flowed easily for our past fosters, but for some reason, writing Polly’s letter has been especially difficult for me.
Homegirl just got under. my. skin. She set up shop in my heart and I’ve had a hard time letting her go.
So I haven’t started it. I’m not ready to share that part of my heart with the world yet.
I want to savor what I had with Polly for a few days before I release it into the world…
before I start preparing my heart for the next foster.
Let me be perfectly clear – I am 100% sure that I picked the right home for Polly. I am thrilled at how much Polly has bonded to her new mama already. But while that makes it easier, it doesn’t make it easy.
This is the part of fostering that is tough… saying goodbye.
So please excuse my feeble attempts at expressing myself.
All eloquence goes out the window when I try to write through tears.
* Check back tomorrow for the Pittie Posse Secret Santa reveals – I promise I’ll have stopped crying by then…