Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Suffer the Little Children
Some of you may recall my lovely foster girls, KK the Destroy and the Z-monster. They came to live with me for the second time last year after being removed from their mother's home yet again. They were here for three months when my mother came up with lung cancer. My dearest friend Ann couldn't stand to see them go to a stranger's home and took them in. (Like me, she had no clue. None)
That was last April? May? I can't remember. I kept in contact with the wee girls(after all, they were holding my best friend hostage) and today they go home.
Last night, dh and I went over to share ice cream with our babies and our best friends. Like Ann wrote in her blog, what are you supposed to say to them? They're excited to go home. (Kinda) You can't tell them, "there isn't supposed to be layers of filth covering the walls and floors in a home that contains lovely children." Or, "Mommies aren't supposed to smoke around children dangerously asthmatic." You can't even say, "Brother isn't supposed to be allowed to go into a rage and hurt you." That isn't what a home or a family is supposed to be like. Homes are not supposed to be filled with chaos, violence and neglect.
This past year, my dearest friend has done her level best to show them what a home is supposed to be like. Where Auntie tucks you in for naps and bed time with stories, where nutritious food is always served in as much quantity as you can eat. Where the TV is turned off in favor of play time and crafts. Where routines give structure and safety to the day. The girls are strong and healthy and, except for Z-monster's sad blue eyes, pretty darn normal.
So say a prayer for these wee girls today. They are NOT going to a better place. And say a prayer for my friend, too. It's going to be hard on everyone.
And Ann? You are forever saying how I inspire you... Let me say, you are my hero.