The magic wand

Sometimes I feel it's all useless. Some other times, although these times are few, I keep on hoping. My intentions are good and I honestly mean very very well, but the system (f*&^ the system) doesn't see that at all. It makes me so angry, I could hit someone representing the system. But I cannot do that or I will lose the battle. I am fighting a child's battle. I expected it wouldn't be easy, but this is getting downright impossible. I am now almost being reprimanded for talking to a child. What's this? Of course I talk to a child, because they have feelings too. And of course I talk to a child, that is my job. It is not my fault if a child takes to me, although I have to admit that I love this. But since when loving an unloved child got to be a crime? And the one who decides the best for the child.... shouldn't he/she at least know the child? Why don't we let children decide for themselves, how can a child longing for a home to call his own be in default? I have a nasty feeling I now where this is going to lead to. Poor old childless me, has to find a child to call my own. But if that were true wouldn't I choose the most brilliant of kids? Why would I choose someone who has been classified as having challenging behaviour? And where did the challenging behaviour come from? The real thing is, I did not get to choose the child, he chose me. And it makes him happy. So please God just insert Your good self into whoever's mind so he/she may see the situation as it really is. I am ready to change my entire life. Because tears should not be an everyday thing in a child's life. I may not succeed, if I don't it will be a blow, but I will have tried my best. And once the six years are up, I am going to look this child up anyhow. If only I could wave a magic wand, as we do in Arani Issa. That is so easy in comparison. I just need a more sophisticated wand.