That's the vocabulary word I would use to describe Little Mama over a comment her Mom made at their last visit. The visit where they were "supposed" to celebrate Christmas. At the visit where they painted finger nails AGIAN while Mr. Mohawk watched tv and was ignored. LM was discussing my brother and referred to him as Uncle Serious when Mom stopped her and said "he isn't your real uncle, they aren't really your family. I am your family. You have real family and it isn't them."
When discussing this LM said that this wasn't fair of her Mom to say. She lives with us. We take care of her. She thinks that we feel like family, we act like family. She wants to think of us like family. She later told her therapist that her Mom should be grateful as "they are taking care of HER FOUR kids."
OUCH.
Bio Mom continued this path of proving she really her Mom by discussing tampons with her at her individual visit tonight while they were out at a restaurant telling her she was going to buy them for her so she would be prepared. Now this kid is 11 a victim of sexual abuse by not one but two of Mom's boyfriends. She is nowhere near ready to get her period per her physician and freaked when the female doc touched her back. I'm glad she's concerned about her being prepared but tampons are not the way to go for this child or any child at the age of 11. (Maybe if they were a competitive athlete or something but I still think it's too young.) I just want to say to her look- I get it but if you want to be her mother get your act together. Worry about keeping a job, learning some skills, dealing with consistent discipline and when it's closer to reunification then we'll sit down and I'll fill you in on where they are at and what they have been taught.
As it is she took this kid to dinner and shopping while the other 3 got nothing special on their individual visits. Heck the one kid didn't ven get a birthday cake on her birthday. She promised to take them to Chuckie Cheese for Christmas/3 Kings day so I'm hoping she follows through on that.
Home is where your story begins. Welcome to my home. This blog is about a family formed through foster care adoption as we navigate parenting children with early childhood trauma, open adoption, and the child welfare system.
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