My son was placed in foster care when he was six years old. On a Friday, his drug-addicted mother left him and his three year old sister in a run-down motel room, where they were living at the time, and she never returned. It took three days for those two frightened children to be discovered and during the three days they survived on food my son found in garbage cans. The abandonment was reprehensible, but it paled in comparison to the abuse they endured since birth.
|Who could resist that face?!!!|
As with many children that have suffered abuse, he joined our family with severe emotional and behavioral problems that reached the point of his needing institutionalization for assaults and two suicide attempts. I became so angry I started researching (before I had Internet) and found both biological parents. His mother had moved to Michigan and his father was in Colorado. I wanted to give them a piece of my mind but my intention was to ask if they would be willing to talk to my son. I knew he needed closure in order to move forward. Obviously they were both surprised to hear about the adoption, but willing to cooperate. Thankfully both were clean and sober at that point. (I also wanted to ask why they hadn't tried to find their children but as I said before, that wasn't my intention, anyway ... it was something they needed to explain to Bobby).
|Visiting him in Michigan in 2009|
after birth of our second
He hasn't visited her since, but just as Bobby needed closure
so many years ago, I needed some too. I carried a great deal
of anger, hate and resentment towards both of his biological parents.
I had to accept the fact that although they made some bad choices
and suffered the consequences, I had made bad choices too ... during my
"demon years". How dare I judge them?
I don't know if they ever reached out for God's mercy...I hope they have.
Regardless, it's my job to keep my side of the street clean, keep them in my
prayers and forgive ...
|Present Day :)|
I am so very blessed!!!!!