Don’t call me this weekend. Morgan, my former foster grandchild is coming for a visit. I’m almost too excited to write. She was in my son and daughter-in-law’s home for thirteen months and in that time, I fell in love with this child.
Morgan is almost five now, she was three when I first met her. She was in foster care to give her mother time to resolve some issues. We knew from the start that she would not be available for adoption. That didn’t stop me from day dreaming about keeping her forever. I am glad though, that she was able to return to her mother. She wanted to be with her so much and when she would stay overnight in our home, I usually cried myself to sleep, after she cried herself to sleep from wanting her mommy.
Morgan is happy now and that is what matters to me.
When she was here, she used to say that when she got to be a big girl and had a car, she was coming to get me, Mike, Eric, April, and every person whose name she could recall, to take us to the beach. We always planned what we would do; like picking up shells and playing in the sand. I always dreamed of taking her to the beach even though she’d been before. She must have really enjoyed her beach vacation, because she talked about it constantly.
Morgan loved to go shopping too. I’ve bought her more dresses and clothes than she ever needed just because I couldn’t say no to her pleadings. She would have worn a frilly dress every day of the week if we had let her. She also loved hair bows and jewelry. Morgan was such a girl.
That child added more life to our old house than it had seen since Eric was a child. Mike and I played under our dining room table with her, crawled on the floor, playing with every doll and toy she had. We sang silly songs, played in make-up, played beauty shop and so many other things. We’d have to rest for a week after she left.
Her favorite thing to do was ride her Barbie car (I bought it at a yard sale) to the church playground. Once we got to the playground, she wouldn’t want to leave. We would try to see which one of us could swing the highest. I even played on the slides with her; that wasn’t a pretty sight, but never mind that.
Going to church was a special time for us. She learned Bible stories and games, went to Bible school and picnics. She asked questions and was introduced to Jesus. I just hope she remembers Him.
Morgan now lives in Ohio, so we haven’t seen her since she left in January. I’ve missed her very much and haven’t been able to look at pictures of us with her or watch videos of her that we taped while she was here. It just hurt to bad to think of her. We’ve spoken to her on the telephone, but she usually was playing too much to be bothered with our calls. After just a few minutes of talking, she’d just hand the telephone to her mother. Like I said, I’m happy that she’s happy.
Anyway, my point is that I will see Morgan today for just a little while. Then, on Friday afternoon I plan to pick her up and keep her for the weekend. She is visiting with family in Kentucky while her mother is recouperating from a c-section. Morgan now has a baby sister.
I plan to take Morgan shopping, to the park, play dress up, let her play in my make-up, and do whatever the child wants to do. I can’t wait.
Don’t call me this weekend. If you do, I might take a cue from Moran and talk just for a minute then hand the phone to Mike. I’ll probably be too busy to be bothered with your phone calls.
Very nice!!