Share He was fifteen when he came to me. And even on the first day I knew he couldn’t stay. I knew it wasn’t the right fit… he was broken beyond repair and a danger to the other children. I could see it in his eyes…he was ruined. I know that sounds callous…but it’s the reality. He was a throw away…lost in a system that seemed determined to destroy the child he’d once been. What’s his story, I asked the caseworker who dropped him off. His story, said the man, is he’s been abused by every adult he’s ever come [READ MORE]
Share Written in February, 2007… Edited in June, 2011, for confidentiality… As I step into the small room I am greeted with the smell of boy. It’s a common smell to mothers. Dirt and candy. The boy’s room is like other eleven year olds; even if he’s not. I plop his clean clothes down on his dresser top amidst the Hot Wheels and a radio controlled truck, and sit on the edge of his bed to say goodnight. I bounce slightly on the soft mattress. He’s curled in the covers, legs tucked up to his chest, face to the [READ MORE]
Share In school this year, Billy was assigned to create a video called, “I Am From” that told the story of who he is. Each slide was supposed to start with “I Am From” and there were requirements as to what kinds of pics he had to have. Some modifications were made by his teacher, because Billy’s history is not as easy to document as some kids. But this is what he came up with. I changed a few pictures tonight to make it more ‘current’, but other than that, this is all Billy’s doing. Need I warn you it [READ MORE]
Share He came to us in the summer, four years ago with a chip on his shoulder, a mouth with no filter, and a yearning for something solid. Just six years old, he’d seen things…oh yes, he’d seen some things. The parents’ rights have been terminated. The threat of reunification is long past and his memories are beginning to fade. Visitations stopped long ago, thank God. Oh, the confusion that must cause in the child who so desperately wants the parents in that little room to be just like the ones waiting in the car. We’ll sign the papers, he’ll [READ MORE]
