Friday, November 07, 2008

Kidney Punch

Yesterday during a conversation with the Singer my other phone rang. Looking at the caller-ID I noted that it was from a local hospital. Hmmm. Nothing gets a heart racing faster than thinking a loved one is at the hospital. Especially if that hospital is the trauma hospital for our area. I quickly hung up with my BFF and answered the house phone.

"Hello," said the cheery woman on the other end, "Is this the Destroyers Mother?"

For those of you who don't know, I was a foster mom for 11 months to the Z-Monster and The Destroyer. It was really hard when they went home. Not that it was all sugar and spice when they were here. Those two tiny tyrants gave me a run for my money (and my sanity) but it doesn't mean that I didn't love them and don't miss them to this very day.

"Um...I use to be her foster mom. The girls returned home last spring."

Apparently my name was the one they had on file. Nothings wrong, as far as I know, but you know what? That phone call felt like a kidney punch. I thought about it all day and I'm still thinking about it.

And I don't really know why...


Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Annie -

Is there any way you can contact them and find out what's happening? After a call like that, I wouldn't be able to rest until I knew for sure.

I pray everyone's okay.


Patti said...

you love them, that's why.

if no one has ever said this before, let me: thank you for loving those girls.

Barrie said...

You can't turn love off. You'll always always care about those two kids.