Disclaimer: I have written and rewritten this post several times in an effort to "get it right." Although it still feels inadequate, I'll give it my best shot.
It happened again as I moved from station to station registering Bug for her new school. I thumbed through my growing binder of forms and pulled out the ones this particular entity needed. Assuring them that yes, I have the right to be there and yes, at this juncture in her life I am the chosen one who can make these decisions on her behalf. As I spoke with the school nurse I answered what I could but the truth is in many instances we simply don't know their history. I marked down my concerns and explained for the umpteenth time that we our foster parents. And there it was, like a reflex, complete with customary head tilt. "Awww. Good for you." I'm sorry...what?
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