Quiet thoughts...

As I sit in the quiteness of my house at night I wonder and worry about the kids whose futures I don't know. Placements I passed up, ones that went to relatives, ones who ru, and then my children's sibs. I hope that they are all warm. I hope that during a stressful time like being stuck in your home for multiple days that their caregivers were able to control their tempers. I hope that every child had some one to play games with and drink hot cocoa with. I also think of the two open spaces I have in my house and wonder if when my agency goes on call next week if I will get a child who sat cold and scared tonight. Maybe quiet isn't so good.