Tonite I choose … consciously and deliberately choose … to be angry with the mancubs’ birth mother.
If she had only stuck with and worked her plan.
If she hadn’t harmed the boys, put them in danger, neglected them.
If she had only been a M-O-M to them …
Then my 8-year old wouldn’t have had the confrontation with his friend at school today that he had.
For whatever reason, they started comparing their pain: his friend is about to have another surgery – he’s had too many to count and I imagine having to deal with the pain of surgery & recovery is super hard.
But to state it is more painful than being ripped away from your birth mother? That’s too much for me.
And it was too much for my son. I don’t have the whole story, but I think it may have gotten a little physical.
My youngest was 3 when he and his brothers and sisters were removed from their home. And despite all that he went through with his birth mother, there’s always going to be a part of him that wants to be with her.
I can respect that.
I cried on my way home from work tonite because I knew then as I know now that there will never be anything I can say or do that will completely take away his or his brothers’ pain. As much as I wish there was a magic wand or a special potion, there isn’t. He & his brothers and their sisters didn’t deserve this.
But it happened.
Their sisters are safe in a city far away from the birth family, as are our boys.
My prayer for the children … our boys and their sisters … is that they all will sleep peacefully tonite and every night.
And know they are safe.