I spent most of the weekend when we weren’t at the movies or watching the Tour de France buying gifts. One of my friends at work adopted a 14 year old boy. They adopted his sister at birth 11 years ago but the birth mother kept her older son. She then proceeded to abandon him and the last time had him taken away and her parental rights severed due to abuse and he has been in foster care. My co-worker just found out about him a month or so ago and last week they got to adopt him and bring him home to California. He was in Arkansas.

So we put together a basket for her. Having worked with foster kids I know they never get to keep anything so I had fun getting things that were just for him to keep and own. I also got a bunch of gift cards so he could choose what he would like. I’m glad I did because it turned out he had exactly one thing he owned from all his foster homes.

We also decorated her cubicle with all kinds of “It’s a boy stuff”. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a happy adoption card especially for a someone who isn’t a baby?

I’m glad we did it. But what I can’t figure out is why I’m always the one at work to think to do these kinds of things. I’m the one who put the basket together for our boss when she had her hysterectomy with the stuff I knew she’d need. Oh Well…