Something Special About 3 Months Old

There’s something special about three months old. The way he looks at me with recognition and is comforted simply by my presence, the sweet smiles saved just for me. There's nothing like it to tear a foster mom's heart to shreds.

And there's nothing like it to remind me how deep and precious the bond between a (biological) mother and child is. It's both ends of the spectrum at once. I'm simultaneously swung into the heights of "boy, I love you, little one," and the depths of "this should shared with your mama.”

People enjoy platitudes like "babies are resilient" and "they can't remember anything anyway.” Don't tell me for a second that he won't experience the loss of me. And don't tell me for a second that he hasn't experienced the loss of his biological mother.

My deep and dear relationship with this boy is a rendering for the bond a foster mother and child can share—and the bond a biological mother and child should share. The connection between a baby and mama—biological, foster, adoptive, whatever—is sacred. Period.