It has been almost a year since I last wrote anything. I haven’t even written in my gratitude journal or my journal. I don’t know what has been wrong with me. I don’t think that I have had writer’s block. I know that I have been going through periods of depression and periods of high stress dealing with my brother and his issues. And I have been pretty busy with my volunteer positions.

I have had a CASA child. She is a living doll. I have come to love her. I am trying very hard to be impartial with the foster family and the mother of the child. Sometimes it is easier than others. The foster family is very likable and you can tell they have a great amount of love for the child. On the other hand, the mother just doesn’t seem to want to do what she needs to do to get her children back in an expedited manner.

I spend an hour a week with the girl and I try to do something fun with her each time I am with her. I either initiate a craft to work on with her, play a game of her choice (she likes to play with dominos), she likes to put together puzzles, and she loves the crafts I bring for her, and she loves playing with her dolls with me. She reads at a full grade higher than her age level. She is simply an awesome child.

I just wish her mother would comply with the court’s orders so she could potentially get her kids back (her son lives with his biological father, my girl lives with her uncle and aunt). They are both growing and thriving in their respective home placements. my girl doesn’t want to go back to live with her mother if she will never see her uncle and aunt again, which is a possibility.

Anyway, I am going to try to write as often as I can. If only about my volunteer work and my CASA child. That could become pretty boring if I write exclusively about those things but at least I will be writing again, even if I have to force myself.

For now, it is 0300 and I am going to hit the rack or sack. Until I write again, make each day count for something. I know I will.