"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
One of my Fosters calls me Mommy.
This has been going on for about the past couple of months.
It's stuck, not a slip of the tongue type thing.
It equal parts gives me warm fuzzies and breaks my heart for him and for his Mom.
Because nothing is permanent in foster care and most of all it hurts the littles to make these attachments and rip them away.
I'll just focus on the warm fuzzies… he loves me and calls me Mom. <3
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