As a mom, I have magical powers. Most mom’s do. It’s called the power of the boo-boo kiss. You know what I’m talking about, the power of your kiss when your little one falls and scrapes their knee and or when they are running a fever and you kiss their forehead. For a small moment after that magical mom kiss everything is fine. Their tears dry up, the crying normally stops (or at least eases up), you are the hero, you can fix anything, you are a doctor and therapist all it one. You fixed their boo-boo and all it took was one magical kiss. I wish life’s boo-boo’s really could be fixed that easy.
I read a link on my Facebook page yesterday that has my heart in pieces. A little girl (under a year) was brutally beaten (along with many other horrible things) my her mother’s boyfriend. Her mother found her blood covered body in the basement. She is now fighting for her life in a local hospital. This happened just down the road from my hometown. There are sick twisted people everywhere. As a mom my heart aches for this precious child and her mom. Neither deserve this. The family does not deserve this. Why are people so cruel and evil? I am sure her mom, as well as any mom including myself, just wants to hold her baby girl and love on her and kiss away the bad. Life is not fair. Bad really bad things happen to those who do not deserve it all the time. This poor sweet baby girl had no way of fighting back. My heart aches for her.
One of the reasons we became foster parents was to help kids like this precious baby. Many of the children we have taken in come with a dark past, none of which they asked for. We had a child who suffered a brain injury, she came to us after her surgery, we have had kids that were neglected, mentally and physically abused, kids who have seen more and been through more in their short lives than many adults have. They come from broken homes, broken families, and drug addicted parents. You want to save them all but the sad reality is you can’t. You can’t even come close. I wish I could kiss away all the pain that comes with them as they walk through our doors.
Even our five Littles we adopted have dark past that as their mom I wish I could kiss the “past boo-boo” and make it as if it never happened. Our six year old is struggling with behaviors that stem from being neglected and unloved almost the first full two years of her life. It’s a daily struggle and even though she knows we love her and she does not remember being in that horrible place, the damage was done long before she came to us. I can’t magically fix the boo-boo with my kiss. It breaks my heart more than anyone knows. I don’t get “I love you mommy” or even hugs from her very often. So when I do I cherish that moment for I don’t know if I will get another from her.
When our five year old was just 7 weeks old his bio mother thought it was a good idea to throw him across the room. He hit the wall and landed on a mattress. Before that she had taken everything and anything to try to abort him because his dad decided he didn’t want to be with her and definitely didn’t want to be a dad. She carried him only 31 weeks before having him. He has been my little fighter from day one. When he came to us at 2 months old, he was sick and weak but he fought through it. I wish I could kiss all his pain and suffering away but I can’t. He has autism and sensory issues and other issues that stem from the abuse he suffered both before and after he was born. No child deserves to go through that.
Our other three Littles all had drugs in their systems at birth. Why why why do people do this to their children?? It’s one thing to not care or worry about yourself but to do things that effect your child (unborn or already here) is another. But for these kids, my babies, they got a second chance to live a normal life thanks to foster care. Many children do not make it to get that second chance. And that’s the scary truth. Many suffer daily or even die at the hands of those who are suppose to love them and protect them. Child abuse has to stop.
I pray that God helps that baby girl. He is still a God of miracles. I pray for her mom, her family and her community. I pray that the peice of crap that hurt her gets what’s coming to him. I pray for a miracle.
If kisses were really magical I would bottle some up and send them her way. If kisses really were magical I would be able to protect my children, they would never know or feel the pain from their past, they would only know of the love we have for them and how grateful we are to have them in our lives.
If boo-boo kisses really could fix everything…… the world would be a much better place.
From our beautiful chaos to yours please pray for all the children suffering today. Hold and love your kids a little tighter. Kiss away their boo-boo’s as only you can.