A counseling assessment was scheduled this week. I wanted to give little man a heads up so he didn’t think this was some other social worker coming to take him away. He asked what her name was and I told him, not thinking much of it. I forgot that one of his social workers on his team is named Amy. Dammit.
His eyes dropped to his lap and my heart sank as he asked me questions I had not anticipated from such a simple mention of a name.
What are the names of the new people in my new house? What color is the house?
I let out an audible gasp. It is heartbreaking to witness a 3 year old who has never known permanence, stability, or unconditional love.