A Mom to Many

Shadow of a familyWhen I mar­ried my hus­band, I made it per­fectly clear that I wanted no chil­dren. I was career-focused and to be com­pletely hon­est, chil­dren scared me to death. They’re weird lit­tle crea­tures, really.

After a few odd life changes, I gave birth to Old­man and Grem­lin. I love those lit­tle weirdos!

J and I always wanted to be the house that the neigh­bor kids hung out at. Appar­ently a huge yard, home­made foam weapons, tons of wheels, and plenty of pop­si­cles is all it takes to make that hap­pen! Now I find myself 12 years into this par­ent­ing thing with more than 2 chil­dren. They all call me Mom and come to me for advice and love. This mother’s day, my heart is break­ing for 3 of my adopted kiddos.

D1 (13 yo) has been with us the longest. She lost her mother 3 years ago to H1N1. She’s been in and out of court due to sex­ual abuse issues with an uncle and recently her older sis­ter has run away and no one knows where she’s at. D1 longs for accep­tance and love. The only other female in her life is her grand­mother who is in the hos­pi­tal with pul­monary edema.

D2 (8 yo) has been around for about 2 years. He is my biggest strug­gle. He lives with his grand­par­ents nearby. His father only recently got out of jail (drugs) and his mother is still in jail. The judge won’t let him be with his father, which is good, but his grand­par­ents have made it clear that they don’t want to raise a grand­child. D2 has issues with anger and goes to ther­apy for it. He also requires a heavy blan­ket when­ever he starts to get too stressed out. He wants and needs bound­aries. He needs a father fig­ure, but is very open with me.

D3 (12 yo) is my newest one. He moved into the neigh­bor­hood after his mother died 2 days before Christ­mas (2011). He now lives with his dad and his boyfriend. The dad is not ready nor is he want­ing to raise D3 and his younger sis­ter and older brother. Food is not a pri­or­ity in their house. D3 has a heart of gold and is at a crit­i­cal place in his life.

All of these kids are loved and treated the same as my kids while at my house. If they eat din­ner, they clean up. If they pull every bike or foam weapon out of the garage, they put it back. They help in the gar­den and I always make time to sit around and goof off with them.

Yes­ter­day I over­heard D3 tell Old­man, “Oh man, it’s Mother’s Day this week­end…“
Old­man: “I’m sorry, man…you going to be ok?“
D3: “Oh sure…I’m just try­ing to fig­ure out what to get Mom…your Mom.”

It com­pletely melted my heart.

How in the world did this hap­pen? I’m floored yet so happy that I get an oppor­tu­nity to speak into some kiddo’s lives that need a “Mom” in a bad way. Mother’s Day takes on a whole new mean­ing for me this year…I’m so much more grateful.

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