Hayden's Sad Story........

He was just seven years old when we first met, a beautiful little boy with a soft spoken voice and quiet demeanor. His eyes a beautiful chocolate brown with lashes that most females would die to own and a smile wide and bright that had the ability to melt even the coldest of hearts.

I was surprised to learn this beautiful little boy was at my friend's house for the weekend because she was in the process of adopting him. She had two children already, a boy and a girl, then nine and ten years old and had never given any indication she wanted more. My son who was visiting with me, and her children, all seemed to like him a lot and they all played together well. I was happy for them all.

Almost six months later my friend would appear at my door to bring yet another child to meet me, a little baby girl who had just been released from hospital after a very long stay as a result of a very premature birth. She informed me she would be adopting this tiny beautiful little girl as well, and her family would be complete.

That was four and a half years ago.

Within a few months I would learn the history of the little boy and his frequent journeys in and out of the foster care system and back to his mother. I'd heard much about his tummy-mommy from him and his new mom as well. I would also learn of the baby girls mother and reasons for becoming available at birth for adoption. I questioned the process, how she was able to get a baby so quickly, and was satisfied with the "I guess God just blessed us" response.

As a result of an attachment disorder, I spend most evenings at my friends rocking the baby for a few hours and watching the other children play along with my own son, while my friend did chores and cooked dinner. In the months previous to the baby's arrival, my son had come home a few times telling me the kids were being mean to their new brother. I shrugged it off, kids that age can be mean and there was a huge adjustment to make within such circumstances.

However, as the days, weeks and months slowly passed by, I began to observe a very disturbing trend. The siblings, to a greater degree the other son, were absolutely terrorizing this boy and it appeared the mother, my friend, was doing nothing to deter this behaviour. In fact, many times she blamed this boy for being too sooky and often told him to toughen up. I was alarmed and I would begin to start having frequent talks to her about her newest son's needs.

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