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Here's a funny thing...I feel compelled to explain and defend myself from myself. (Does that make sense? Am I the only one in the world who is their own worst critic?) I keep thinking what if I really did blow it all out of proportion? Maybe all this heartache and trauma wasn't necessary.
But then I think about me babies. I've known them from the womb. I was with them when they took their first breath. I have guided them and watched them grow into themselves as long as they have been alive. I have spent ninety-nine percent of the last almost eight years in their company, with them hardly ever out of my sight. I know them. I know them each individually in a way that no one else on the planet does. I keep telling myself A MOTHER KNOWS when something is up with one of her kids.
I keep hearing my sister's voice saying she wished she hadn't second guessed herself time and time again when her two oldest were little ones. I hear my mother admit to me that she "had a feeling" that something very wrong was going on and that we were in danger when my little brother and I were not in their custody yet. I hear her tear up and say she wished she had acted on that feeling before more abuse occurred...but she doubted herself. "A MOTHER KNOWS" she said. (Which of course makes me tear up because she was having that feeling even before she was officially our foster mom...she KNEW she was our mother long before that step was even taken.) I try to console myself that had we not gone through this upheaval some terrible irreversible thing would have happened to my Tooter...that I did the right thing.
But deep inside that critical voice keeps nattering away, telling me that I took too much upon myself. That I jumped to conclusions. That I should have left well enough alone. That I am too protective.
But then I look at my babies, they're eating lunch, and I think "Oh thank You God that they are all here and safe. Thank you." Then I feel such relief, and I tell that nattering voice to shut up. I heave a big sigh and it seems like oceans of tension flow away from me, and I know that my babies are safe. |
| | Posted 11/16/2006 1:35 PM - 7 comments
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