lef0304
03-13-2009, 09:44 AM
Dearest Baby Girl,
I pray this letter finds you safe in your world. First, I wanted to tell you that the boys are doing good. They ask about you, and I tell them I don't know where momma is. Which is the truth. I have no ideal where you are or how you are doing. I wanted you to know that I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. Baby girl if you remember rightly I did not steal your kids, you left them. You walked out that door and said you'd be back later, but who knew then that later would be days and sometimes months. Who knew that you would come and go like a revolving door and always expect things to be the same as when you left.
Life does not stop when you leave here. There is the daily living to be done. Your oldest still has to go to school, and the little one still needs someone with him. They still need love and cuddles daily. There is still dishes and clothes to wash, beds to make, floors to sweep and/or vacuum, bathes to take, and dinner to fix. We also have to take time to play, laugh and grow. There are doctor and dentist appointments. See life does not stop simply because you choose not to be here. I hear through the grapevine that you tell people my mom took my kids. That is so not the truth, but then do you even know what the truth is. You walked at that door, and did not look back.
I do feel sorry for you, you are missing important things in your children's life's. Our oldest is excelling in math, who would have guessed. And the little one is becoming such an independent little man. He can dress himself and is potty training. See if you think about it, I did not steal them, all I did was step in and fill the gap left by you, when you walked out the door.
I must tell you to prepare yourself for a fight, because Now honey I intend to "steal" your kids. I intent to make sure that from now on these boys will be as safe and protected as I can give them. I will make sure that you can not in a drug induced stupor just pop in and say they are mine and I'm taking them. You will prove to me, to them and to a judge that you will never again put anything in front of them. Their health and well being have always been my priority. Now you will prove it is yours too.
I also wanted to thank you for this glorious opportunity to be a part of their life's. It is something new every day, as they explore and learn about the world in which we live. I pray that they are having positive experiences and that circumstances don't hinder them. As I close for now, I just want you know again that I did not steal your boys, you left them here. Know, that I will continue to pray that one day you turn your life around, but until then, I have 2 precious little people to care for and look after.
Love you.
mom
Another Baby girl letter.
Dear baby girl,
It has been a while since I wrote directly too you, even though I do not know where you are and know this letter will never reach you.
Again you are out there doing your thing,
I thank God daily that these precious children do not have to wait on you to have a life. It is funny to me that you take off when you want, do as you please, pop through once in a blue moon and you expect life to be normal. Like life stops when you leave. You can not put life on hold, put it down and pick it up at your convenience. We are not your Barbie dolls that you can play with and place in box until next time you decide it playtime. We really don’t work that way.
Kids are funny critters, you know, they grow and learn and explore and forgive just about everything. They are so full of energy and excitement and wonderment. These boys are teaching me daily the true meaning of life. It is truly the simple things that bless us most. Planting a flower bulb, picking a squash from the garden or just looking at the stars after dark Hugs and kisses and I love you’s. I would never trade these things for your life. You will never know the things that you have missed out on. Hide and go seek, freeze tag, snuggling up and watching cartoons, chasing butterflies, playing catch, swimming in the little pool with 2 giggly little guys crowding you. . These things I do with the boys. When they ask “where is momma?” and I can not honestly tell them so I tell them I do not know. They ask if I am momma. I tell them honey “I’m sorry but you did not grow in my belly, you grew in my heart.”
I have to choke tears away when I think of the times in their lives you are missing and will never get back. How can any mother choose to be away from their children? How can you not want to spend time with them? They are amazing, each has a uniqueness. They are so special to me. My heart aches when I think about the hell you have put me through, the lies you have told me, the grieve that you have caused. And you seem to not even care. Like oh well.
I wonder where I went wrong in raising you, but then I can stand up before God and say that I did the best I knew how. Mistakes were made and learned from. I never walked out on you and went off and did my own thing. I never once put my wants in front of you r needs.
It is so sad to me the number of people these days raising kids of others who are so self centered. Drop off kids or dumped off kids. My biggest fear is that I do not do enough for them and they do not thrive and feel the love I have for them. My love for them is not like a mommas love, but it is heartfelt and honest. I pray that is enough to guide them past the temptations that pulled you in.
I pray this letter finds you safe in your world. First, I wanted to tell you that the boys are doing good. They ask about you, and I tell them I don't know where momma is. Which is the truth. I have no ideal where you are or how you are doing. I wanted you to know that I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. Baby girl if you remember rightly I did not steal your kids, you left them. You walked out that door and said you'd be back later, but who knew then that later would be days and sometimes months. Who knew that you would come and go like a revolving door and always expect things to be the same as when you left.
Life does not stop when you leave here. There is the daily living to be done. Your oldest still has to go to school, and the little one still needs someone with him. They still need love and cuddles daily. There is still dishes and clothes to wash, beds to make, floors to sweep and/or vacuum, bathes to take, and dinner to fix. We also have to take time to play, laugh and grow. There are doctor and dentist appointments. See life does not stop simply because you choose not to be here. I hear through the grapevine that you tell people my mom took my kids. That is so not the truth, but then do you even know what the truth is. You walked at that door, and did not look back.
I do feel sorry for you, you are missing important things in your children's life's. Our oldest is excelling in math, who would have guessed. And the little one is becoming such an independent little man. He can dress himself and is potty training. See if you think about it, I did not steal them, all I did was step in and fill the gap left by you, when you walked out the door.
I must tell you to prepare yourself for a fight, because Now honey I intend to "steal" your kids. I intent to make sure that from now on these boys will be as safe and protected as I can give them. I will make sure that you can not in a drug induced stupor just pop in and say they are mine and I'm taking them. You will prove to me, to them and to a judge that you will never again put anything in front of them. Their health and well being have always been my priority. Now you will prove it is yours too.
I also wanted to thank you for this glorious opportunity to be a part of their life's. It is something new every day, as they explore and learn about the world in which we live. I pray that they are having positive experiences and that circumstances don't hinder them. As I close for now, I just want you know again that I did not steal your boys, you left them here. Know, that I will continue to pray that one day you turn your life around, but until then, I have 2 precious little people to care for and look after.
Love you.
mom
Another Baby girl letter.
Dear baby girl,
It has been a while since I wrote directly too you, even though I do not know where you are and know this letter will never reach you.
Again you are out there doing your thing,
I thank God daily that these precious children do not have to wait on you to have a life. It is funny to me that you take off when you want, do as you please, pop through once in a blue moon and you expect life to be normal. Like life stops when you leave. You can not put life on hold, put it down and pick it up at your convenience. We are not your Barbie dolls that you can play with and place in box until next time you decide it playtime. We really don’t work that way.
Kids are funny critters, you know, they grow and learn and explore and forgive just about everything. They are so full of energy and excitement and wonderment. These boys are teaching me daily the true meaning of life. It is truly the simple things that bless us most. Planting a flower bulb, picking a squash from the garden or just looking at the stars after dark Hugs and kisses and I love you’s. I would never trade these things for your life. You will never know the things that you have missed out on. Hide and go seek, freeze tag, snuggling up and watching cartoons, chasing butterflies, playing catch, swimming in the little pool with 2 giggly little guys crowding you. . These things I do with the boys. When they ask “where is momma?” and I can not honestly tell them so I tell them I do not know. They ask if I am momma. I tell them honey “I’m sorry but you did not grow in my belly, you grew in my heart.”
I have to choke tears away when I think of the times in their lives you are missing and will never get back. How can any mother choose to be away from their children? How can you not want to spend time with them? They are amazing, each has a uniqueness. They are so special to me. My heart aches when I think about the hell you have put me through, the lies you have told me, the grieve that you have caused. And you seem to not even care. Like oh well.
I wonder where I went wrong in raising you, but then I can stand up before God and say that I did the best I knew how. Mistakes were made and learned from. I never walked out on you and went off and did my own thing. I never once put my wants in front of you r needs.
It is so sad to me the number of people these days raising kids of others who are so self centered. Drop off kids or dumped off kids. My biggest fear is that I do not do enough for them and they do not thrive and feel the love I have for them. My love for them is not like a mommas love, but it is heartfelt and honest. I pray that is enough to guide them past the temptations that pulled you in.