When you want to kick and scream...
Aidan, our 15 month old foster son, is in that stage of learning boundaries. He often expresses his dislikes with very loud, very unnecessary tantrums. Each time he is told “no,” it results with him throwing his toys on the floor and melting into a whining puddle at my feet. Every opportunity we use to correct his behavior turns our typically-happy boy into one giant hot mess. Sin. Even at 15 months old manifests itself in ugly ways. I keep reminding myself that this is just a phase—that he will outgrow it. But, the truth is, I have still not outgrown the desire to cry and yell and sometimes throw myself down in a fit of rage. The reason our family went into fostering was for the purpose of eventually being able to adopt. We have had Aidan in our care since he was 10 days old. For the last 11 months, he has been exclusively in our home—with no contact from his biological family. And we have been thrilled knowing that the end-game is in sight—that “Wilson” will officially b