I don't even know what I said. I was too busy emotionally reacting and unsure of what in the world my response should be.
Then when I let her know, the night before, that we were taking him back, she said, sadly, "Aw, but we have to keep him."
I told her that he'd come back again and she accepted that response, for the time being.
So, we took him back. It was a quick, anti-climatic good-bye because he instantly became guarded around his new case worker who he doesn't trust yet. Oh, those walls. But, he hugged us (or let us hug him) and I hugged him for at least 3 seconds longer than he (acted like) he wanted me to because I was getting my money's worth. And, they drove off. The whole things took 5 minutes; less time than it took me to get the kids back in the van. And, we headed out. No one really said anything because I don't think any of us knew what to say.
So, he's back in his foster home. The laptop and phone are all mine again. The house is back to its usual routine. And, everything is a little calmer. But, I miss him.
I promised her that he was. The fact is, I didn't particularly want him to leave. I just want him to keep his mitts off my phone. ;)
I have many regrets in my life and things that I don't like about myself, with three obvious exceptions.
Well, maybe four exceptions.
I didn't finish college. I'm a terrible budget-er. I'm clumsy. I'm a terrible housekeeper. I talk too fast. I fidget constantly.
But, I know how to love. I'm really, really good at that. And, if this kid wants me to love him, that's what exactly I'm going to do.
Now, excuse me, while I try to stop myself from sobbing in Wendy's. Maybe I should have written this at home. ;)