Crocodile has always been a chatty guy, though his vocabulary and clarity of pronunciation limited a lot of his communication at first. Not really behind, but definitely not ahead. In addition, he is a pretty cheery guy. So, we don't always face the tough things he's going through as far as talking about them. We've always started conversations about his family, but he would say something, then move on.
Lately he's had more conversations, and more of them connect to behavior, and more of them he initiates. Some of them sound like he's started taking trauma-related foster parent training, and it amazes me what has been under the surface all this time. Cricket would have conversations like this with me, too, and they always stop me in my tracks. There is hope for kids and some truth to them being resilient. But this stuff is also very real to them, even to the foster kids who are surviving it pretty well.
(Crocodile kicking the dresser while I rock him, he's restless but nothing seems to be provoking it)
Me: Why are you doing that?
Crocodile: I mad. I want to go to my mama house.
Crocodile: (Big sister) was screaming in the car with (case aide). That bad choices.
Me: Yes, it hurts our ears. Were you screaming?
Crocodile: No.
(a few moments later)
Crocodile: She want her mama.
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