I think I have mentioned it before; I am an unabashed
Facebook stalker. Sometimes this natural curiosity in me has caused me some
heartache,
but mostly it just satisfies the nosey Nelly in me. Apparently, Facebook has
taken notice of the folks I’m not friends with but tend to stalk the most – my children’s
mothers. At least once every few weeks Facebook suggests I befriend Primero’s
mother. But, yesterday Facebook indicated I might know someone with a new
Facebook account. I was shocked to see a picture of the little one’s mother
posed in a selfie pic with a man posted on Sunday. Honestly, my first thought
was, “she’s alive!” which is so sad, but valid. Voraciously, my eyes sucked in
the information for my brain to begin computing, registering and reacting. This
new account is the third one I’ve seen. It looks like she created it last
August but only recently updated with some pictures. Of course I jumped right
to the man’s page to see what I could see about him. It looks like he has two
young daughters. She only has about 50 friends on this page and her mother (the
kids grandmother) isn’t one of them. It looks like one of her sons is her
friend and I’m only guessing this because he has a name that isn’t too common.
As I jumped around, gathering this intel, I observed that their mom looks
fairly healthy. Briefly, I flirted with the idea of sending her a message but
decided not to. I’m friends with her mom now on Facebook, so she has a way to
find me, just as I found her. If she is healthy and doing good I don’t want to
derail her with reminders of the painful recent past. I’ll keep an eye on this
new page for future updates. Perhaps there will come a point where messaging
her might make sense. I wish I could find some of my previous foster kids on
Facebook, but they are all too young. Still, I search for the names of their
adult relatives just in case they created accounts that might give me a glimpse
into how the kids are doing. I wish I could see them now, how big they’ve
grown, the smiles I remember from when they were small. It is such a sad thing,
to love a child intensely but to never get to see them grow.
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