Oh my... very rough day. Four little boy screaming fits, one screaming-in-my-face scene, one hiding under a desk at the library, seemingly nowhere to be found & scaring me to pieces, one all-out scrap between two brothers complete with hitting & kicking...but, honestly, I've dealt with that kind of "stuff" before (not that it's my idea of a fun day, but still...been there & done that.)
What was really achingly tough though was holding my son today while he sobbed & cried for his birth mom. That was very, very tough.
I told him that I was so, so sorry that he couldn't have her. I told him it was OK to miss her. We got through it...
As heart-breaking as it was, I think/I hope we might have made some progress. Together. Now he knows it's really alright with me for him to miss her, to grieve the past, to get MAD. It tore at my heart in a new way but I think I actually might (?) have done alright (Thank You God!) & I hope that we maybe are another step forward in our journey towards healing & wholeness.