Fostering and Facebook

I’m having a hard month that I wasn’t able to predict. A bad person took over my Facebook page and changed my password and the email in the middle of the night. Facebook didn’t care, until I asked forty friends to bombard them with “this page is a fraud” comments. Facebook shut my pages down, and I have no more access. But at least the bad person can’t continue to pretend to sell items and ask for a deposit so my friends lose money.

On the other hand, I’m having the time of my life. Most likely this is hardest thing I’ve ever done, which is to foster a 12 year old boy. I’m never bored, but he needs help with a myriad of issues. The love is boundless, but for the first week I wanted to cry every hour. I’m SO tired, but I’m better this week at expressing what I need, like to read and rest, instead of thinking of what he so direly needs every minute. I will never be able to catch up to his neglect.

My pal Leslie said, that must be hard intuitively, which is a sweet thing I had never thought about. All day long we connect intuitively with other people, and I know that some of you get worn out with people connections at work and in your social life.

I went to a little fair at the mall with my foster son. That was so hard. I’m a super smeller and the people hadn’t broken out their deodorant for summer. They wore strange costumes and had unusual, scary things for sale. My foster son asked 10,001 questions, and the vendors oozed kindness. Another huge kindness event was last week when he and I went birding with the Mt. Gretna Birding Club. We saw 43 types of birds, walked for three hours, trekked through swampland, and put binoculars to our faces, over and over. I explained how much I like nerds, and he asked 10,005 questions.

Whether you call it serendipity or synchronicity, people cross our paths and affect us. Sometimes for evil, but mostly for good. As the Wicked song goes, I have been changed for good.