Touched by the outpouring

Last night while walking Bingo, I saw some of our favorite neighbors. (Okay, true story: We hadn’t seen them for weeks and weeks and so I stalked them saw them park their car on the street, grabbed Bingo’s leash and went outside.)

I told them that we would be foster parents in a month or two, and they were SO excited. I think the mom had tears in her eyes. The daughter (Age 17) was there, super excited and wanted to babysit. She has taken care of Bingo before, and we love her.

Within 5 minutes she was back at our house with this Gerry backpack carrier for us to use.

It’s 17 years old, and hasn’t been used in probably 13 years.  Mom was just hanging on to it.  So touched that she brought it over for us.  I love our block.

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About EratMama

30 something midwestern gal, married to another 30 something midwestern gal, conquering depression, rockin' foster parent.
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2 Responses to Touched by the outpouring

  1. K says:

    That is so sweet! We got several big hand-me-down items (including our crib) from some friends who had lovingly tucked them away 10 years earlier and it felt really special to be the recipients to coax it out of storage. You’ll have it dusted off and out of retirement before you know it!

  2. EratHora says:

    You nailed it, K. I was especially touched that it wasn’t from good friends, but made me happy to be bringing children home to our block.

    Unfortunately–our friends who have children a few years older had drop-side cribs, and those are a foster parent no-no.

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