Little Man is not lucky. He’s not lucky to have us. He’s not lucky to be here.
If he was lucky, truly lucky, he wouldn’t have been ripped from his mom’s arms. If he was truly lucky, he would be with his family who looks and sounds like him. He’d be learning how to be a man from men who look and sound and smell like home.
Instead, he was ripped from his mom’s arms. He was thrust into a home of two very white people. While Little Man doesn’t remember his former home, the trauma still exists and we deal with it on a day-to-day basis. He is clingy. He is overly attached. He is needy. He doesn’t let us out of his sight. He likes to be held close, very close.
He isn’t lucky.Read More