Suitcases

Sass once drew a picture in therapy of herself holding a suitcase. The suitcase was supposed to represent all of the feelings she has been carrying around during this fostercare experience. She said that there was loyalty, sadness, anger, and a little bit of happiness in there.

Our house is suitcase-laden today. Both girls have received their green lights. Sass will hit the ground running on Saturday when she moves to her aunt's. She is--to put it lightly--ecstatic. Bit will hop on a plane with her CPS caseworker on Tuesday or Wednesday. She is--to put it lightly--horrified to be leaving.

We are talking a lot about what goes in our suitcases. Sass is piling in the art supplies, the books and the stuffed animals she has collected in the four-days-shy-of-four-months she has been here. Little Bit has decided that her animals can only be in the backpack, not the suitcase. Her suitcase will hold her fancy winter coat that she will need and her books and puzzles that she adores. My suitcase is different. Mine holds some sadness that they are leaving, some happiness that they were ever here, and some trust that they will be ok.