You might be a foster mom if you go shopping for the Easter baskets and you make sure everything is even in all baskets just as you would if you had the promise of forever with all your children. Taking time to make age appropriate choices with everyone's tastes in mind. Enjoying day dreaming about the excitement as the kids discover the treats that you picked out. Sometimes getting to be the mom is really fun.
And then the sadness as you remember that there is another who either cannot, will not, or is currently unable to participate in these joyful times as a mother. You wish she was in a place to hear those squeals on Sunday morning. And in your own joy as a mom you grieve with her, and hope one day a healthy relationship can exist.
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