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🙂  So maybe we’ve never legally adopted Abraham, but nonetheless he’s our son.  Maybe he’s only 5 1/2 years younger than I am and 8 years younger than my husband.  He’s still our son.  And he’s a definitely a 19 year old kid!

Today I got notice of my phone bill.  Abraham has a line on our account.  Do I need to say anymore?  LoL  Although we’ve talked about it (in english and in spanish) with the kid, our minutes were WAAAAY over.  I can’t really complain too much, though, its the first time since July we’ve had an issue with it.  Luckily I’ve made some money freelancing, and I’ll be able to afford the bill when its due, but I just wanted to let him know that it was over and he needed to be more careful to only call on nights and weekends.  So I sent him a text message letting him know.

“Lo siento, mama.  Por favor no este enojado conmigo.  Prometo que yo no lo hare otra vez”  this was his reply. Translation, I’m sorry mom.  Please don’t be angry with me.  I promise I won’t do it again.  🙂  Even if i was actually angry with the kiddo, I couldn’t have been after that.  I then told him that it was okay, I wasn’t mad.  He wrote back:  “okay mom, I just want to keep you and dad forever, so I never want to make you mad with me.”  Heart melting away.  “You’re our son forever, abraham.  Even if you do silly things that cost us millions of dollars, we will always love you and won’t abandon you.” was my response.  And his response was, “okay mama, very good.  does this mean I can keep my phone another month?”  LOL typical teenager.  But it also shows just how flaky adults have been in his life.  Giving and taking away things just because of something small like making an overage on cell minutes.  I did talk to him a little later and I told him that yes he can keep his phone, but next time the minutes are so high he has to help pay.  He told me he already has twenty dollars to mail me.  I told him no, just next time he’ll have to help.

I really love that kid.  It was a good reminder for me that I am a mom today and always.  🙂

Abraham

mi hijo, abraham

Just call me Mom—no further explanation needed here.

My husband and I have been involved with various levels of the foster/teen care system, from privately taking in some teens to group care, and now we're moving on to foster care. Together, we've taken care of 1 teenage girl and 18 teenage boys in the last 2 1/2 years. Some of them are in the system for only a moment, while some seem to be lost there and forgotten about. The kids that I call "mine" are the ones that found a special place into my heart, as I watched them each suffer neglect from parents, social workers, and the state that should be looking into his/her "best interests". Time and time again, we see these kids get let down, hurt, and abandoned into the system. That means they're mine for the taking, right? At least in my heart, it does.

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