When I was in high school we had an assembly about self esteem. The guy continued to talk about if you put all the negative words into rocks, then put them into someone's pack, how heavy would that bag be? It must have meant something to me because I still remember that talk. I understood the deep impact that can have on someone. Yes, I still have thrown my share of rocks. I am not saying that I am proud of that, It is just the human way.
Sometimes I just want to take a rock and throw it as hard as I can at different people. Especially at those that have hurt my children. Social Services has not helped out our little Lovebug. When all was good the case was left opened. When things seemed to start to fall apart at the seams for Lovebug's Bio mom, "We need to close the case because Bio mom is doing everything she needs too." As far as I am concerned that is a pretty shitty thing to do. When someone is in need of help don't find an excuse to let them go in the most vulnerable state. You should hold their hand and walk them through if they are not strong enough to do so on their own.
So with that said, I won't throw anymore rocks. I will put them in my pocket and pray that our Lovebug will come back to us where her home will be her safety net. Where she doesn't have to ask is this my room? Where are my toys? Is this my bed? We will be here for her when she comes home to us. I believe that she will come back but for how long. I am hopeful that we can be the pillar for her castle.
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