Fosterhood in NYC

One of my pre-fosterhood fantasies was that a child would connect me more to my community. This was most definitely the case. It’s been two years now since I found Antoinette and Elia who babysat for both Eaglet and Jacket. They saw me at my worst and best. They met the rounds of guys I dated. They know that I always leave wet towels on the floor. They witnessed crushed Cheerios being left under the dining room table for weeks (and then quietly cleaned it up while I was out). They never judged. They were willing to be paid below the poverty line. They are simply awesome blossoms (ha ha, I know that you girls just cringed reading that). Awesome Blossom Possums. That’s right. Sweet little flowers animals that need to hurry up and decide on a spirit animal to make your hippy, homeopathic mom proud.

So, today Antoinette, Elia and their mom and dad took me to lunch (hence, I know their mom wants them to have spirit animals). Antoinette is in town from her fancy White House job and I learned all about “wranglers” working “movements” and being in “foxholes” or “the foxhole”, whatever it is.