Nat has never reached for me. You know, that little things babies do where they hold up their arms to you? He’s leaned into me, he’s happy when I get him, but he’s never ASKED. Today, I walked down the hallway and into the living room where he was sitting in front of the couch and he held up his arms. I melted. Actually I bolted across the room to pick him up and we had a grand time dancing and singing to "Happy Together."
I think he’s starting to believe that I will be there if he asks. And because of that he’s more willing to be needy and dependent. To put his little heart out there. I’m so proud of him. I am so lucky to get to be his mother.
I feel an enormous debt of gratitude to his foster-mother. Because of his primary caregiver bond with her it’s easier for him to transfer that to me, versus if he had never had one at all. We talk about her a lot in our home. When he’s been sad at night I tell him I know he must miss her and that must be really hard. I tell him I’m glad he loves her, that I love her too. And I do.