You don’t know anything about me, not even my name. But I know a lot about you.
We are the same age but oh were we dealt different hands.
It’s easy for me to be angry at you.
It is easy for me to point a finger at you and say that you harmed your babies and put them in danger.
But if I sit and think about it, it is also easy for me to lower my finger and want to hug you because the world was not kind to you.
I know I don’t know everything about you but I do know you have had a hard life.
My heart hurts for you because you are doing the only thing you know how to when it comes to coping.
I wish I could tell you that your daughter is safe, that she is healthy, thriving, and incredibly opinionated even only at 15 months old, that she loves being outside, eating , hugging her stuffed animals, seeing dogs and kitty cats, and dancing to music.
There are many times I think about reaching out to you anonymously but I just don’t know if that is a good idea or not.
I want you to know that I think of you often.
I want you to know that when Evy asks about you one day, she will know as much as she wants to and as much as is age appropriate.
I printed off a picture I found of you. It is tucked away and if Evy ever asks for it, I will give it to her.
You are not a secret.
As hard as all of this is, the fact that you got pregnant, endangered your child, and had her taken away, I am grateful. It seems twisted and unfair but the fact that despite every negative choice you made, you chose to bring a beautiful life into this world. That life is my daughter. She is going to make a difference in this world in the best way possible.
I’m sure it might anger you that your greatest heartbreak is my greatest joy.
I care about you. I want you to start making better decisions. I pray for you often. In a weird way I feel close to you.
As a foster and adoptive mom I am not in the business of taking away someone’s precious treasure. After much prayer I signed up to be a safe place, a parent to a child in need. Your child was in need, you were in need, you and I both know you were not in a place to take care of your child. So there I was. Not because I am any better than you. Life is hard and doesn’t always make sense.
You are capable of finding healing. You are worthy of love from your Creator, from your family, from those around you.
It starts with surrendering your hurts, apologizing to those you have hurt because you were hurt first, and with accepting love from others. Much easier said, than done but you can do it. I bet you are stronger than you think.
Your daughter is safe. She is healthy. She is happy.
I pray these things for you as well.