I arrived at the agency this morning before the little cherubs arrived. The agency director saw me and came over to say hi. This is how it went:
Agency Director (AD): Hi Cherub Mamma. How are you? (be sure to read this in the sweetest - most sickeningly syrupy voice possible - she is nice...too nice)
Me: Um...jaded. (I don't hold back. Not even for agency directors.)
AD: Oh. I know. (Again. Super sweet. She was trying to be sympathetic. I wanted to smack her. SHE knows nothing of what I went through!)
I just gave her a half smile. I didn't know what to say and I wasn't going to lie and say everything was fine.
AD: Awww...I know. But you got through this.
Me: Really?! I haven't put them to bed yet tonight. I'm not through anything.
Needless to say this conversation ran through my mind several times over the last half hour as I held those two beautiful but very, very confused cherubs on my lap while they cried their little eyes out.
Neither child could say anything. They just cried. I don't know if they were missing the respite family or their first family or if it was relief they are back here. They just cried.