Motherhood: Crying for Kids Not Your Own

It’s incredible how after you become a mother, you become somewhat of a mother to all kids. Even though they are not blood, you still feel happiness and pain for kids you have the pleasure of knowing and those you don’t know.

I found out a month ago that a little girl I know was in foster care and thriving with the best education and a loving family only to be put back into the home of her drug addicted parents who are supposedly on the mend. My heart dropped when I found this out and I can’t get her out of my Head, heart and mind. I never had a one on one conversation with her nor did I get to know her on a personal basis but man…I can’t help but be heartbroken for her. I’ll just randomly think about her, remember her gorgeous smile and break down in tears. I just can’t get her out of my mind.

Sweetheart, I hope you find happiness.
Beautiful girl, I hope you are happy.
Smart girl, I hope you’re smiling everyday.
Precious girl, I hope you’re being hugged every chance you get.
Special girl, I hope you know you can be anything.
Good girl, I hope you never lose faith in God because that very faith will help keep you warm at night.

Be brave little girl.

This business of being a mother…not for the faint of heart.

All I can do is keep her in my prayers and hope that she grows up with two parents who will turn their lives around not only for themselves but mostly for her. To give her a shot at the amazing life she deserves. That all kids deserve.

Becoming a mother makes you stronger in so many ways and also softer in ways you never thought possible.

It’s a catch 22 you’re stuck with for the rest of your life.

All we can do is breathe in and out and hope for the best.