An ongoing frustration for Daughter is her limitations. She has so many things she wants to do, and at this point in her life many of them are unrealistic. She wants to become a nurse, but doesn't have the mental capacity to do the classwork. She wants to adopt, but at this point isn't even capable of living independently. We have conversations about this regularly, and I always point out the things she needs to do now if she wants to achieve those goals at some point. We start with little things: keep your room clean, be responsible about your diabetes, learn to stay home alone for short periods of time, be responsible with money.
Last night I found her working at the computer on a letter. She was writing a letter seeking to become a foster parent, so she could go on to adopt. "You know, like you were my foster mother before you adopted me."
I told her that at this point, she couldn't be a foster parent, because I was the one who would have to be licensed and I didn't want to be a foster parent at this point in my life. She was frustrated, and I heard her yelling at God about how unfair it is that she can't do the things she wants to do. My heart breaks for her. She knows she's different, she knows she has limitations, and she longs for the life she can't have right now.
Shortly before Christmas I heard her say, "All I want for Christmas is to be normal. Is that too much to ask?" Fortunately, she didn't expect an answer.