Last night was the last night I would place my six year old daughter to bed. Today is her birthday. As I tucked her in I let my mind wonder to what the year would hold for us. Hoping for more giggles and laughter. Year six was a struggle, no need to sugarcoat it. An emotional roller coaster where she was the conductor and I was a passenger just along for the ride. She can’t help it. Things are getting better, a little better, now that we have found some of the things that trigger her. I wish I could step back in time and fix it all. I wish I could save her from all the pain, all the anger, all the hate.
As I look at her I think about those first few years of her life. What would her life be like if the caseworkers would have pulled her out earlier? What if the connection to her half brother was never made? What if she had been properly cared for from the beginning? What if she had felt loved as a newborn, as a three month old, at a year old? What if she never made it to me, to us? IF such a small word, yet so powerful.
Part of my heart goes out to her birth mom. She could have easily decided not to go through with the pregnancy and our little girl would not be here. I don’t know the whole story, and as her foster to adoptive mom I may never know. I imagine though days like birthdays and holidays have to be hard on her. I can’t imagine not having my kids with me on days like this. My oldest daughter turned 22 this year and for the first time we were not able to celebrate together, and my heart ached all day. So I can’t imagine what the last seven years have been like for her. Or does she even care?
There’s also part of me that almost hates her birth mom. I know I’m not suppose to, but well I do. Kind of. I know her birth mom was not around from early on, that’s why it took the state so long to make the connection between diva and wild man. I wish they would have found her sooner. Then again, if they would have chances are she would not be with me. Our whole family may be different seeing four are half siblings we agreed to keep together. I don’t want to imagine that life. The emotional damage that was done in those first 16 months is far greater than they will ever know.
My heart breaks for the children that have been in foster care for two years, three years or longer. Bounced around from place to place. We have had placements that have been moved so much they are nothing but shells of children by the time they arrive to us. There is nothing that breaks my heart more. Not having the attachment they need early on will led to so many trust issues and so much anger later in life if not so already.
If her birth mom had been around to love her, then maybe she would not be filled with so much anger and pain. If she would have not done the drugs, maybe diva would be more socially adjusted, if she had just been a mom then none of this would have had to happen. If I had gotten her early……. There’s that word again IF.
Our other little loves all love to love on me(and each other) I think its because we have had them from early on. Wild man was only two months old when we came to us, while Big Al, Elmo, and Baby girl were all newborns ( 2 days, three weeks, and a week) when they first came through our doors. I have rocked them, held them, hugged them, and kissed them from the time they were babies. Diva did not have that. If she would have been noticed earlier, maybe just maybe she would not have RAD.
For her birthday she asked me if we could have a special song. She said, “Hey could me and you sing a special song every night? You don’t sing as pretty as the ladies on the radio but you’re all I got” Not arguing about my singing voice, I told her that would be a wonderful idea. I thought she would come back with You are My Sunshine, or This little light of Mine, you know something geared towards kids. She comes to me with EVEN IF by MERCY ME . Have you ever heard or looked at the words to this song?
“They say it only takes a little faith to move a mountain Well good thing a little faith is all I have, right now But God, when You choose to leave mountains unmovable Oh give me the strength to be able to sing It is well with my soul. I know You’re able and I know You can Save through the fire with Your mighty hand But even if You don’t my hope is You alone I know the sorrow, and I know the hurt Would all go away if You’d just say the word But even if You don’t My hope is You alone You’ve been faithful, You’ve been good all of my days Jesus, I will cling to You Come what may Cause I know You’re able I know You can….
Wow. What a big message for such a small little girl.
I asked her why she picked this song. Her response: “Cause it says God loves me even if I’ve had a really bad day, even if my faith in him is small on those days. He loves me anyway momma, just like you and daddy love me.” EVEN IF. She knows we love her, but even better she knows God loves her. She knows we would move mountains for her. Her life is not as easy as the others, its hard for her to show love, but she did show me she cared by picking out this song for us. So I found the song on YouTube and we sang, my not so great voice and all, and it made her smile. Then she hugged me.
She asked to take pictures before she fell asleep because she would be 7 when she woke up. So we did. I pray that year 7 brings her some peace. I pray that she continues to reach out to me in small ways. I pray one day all of this will be behind us and that her past will be just that her past.
I may have missed out on her first birthday, but I will not miss out on another one. I may not have been there to hold her or kiss her when she was scared, or hurting her first year and a half but I’m here now. I was not there to protect her then, but I am now. I will do everything in my power to give her the life she deserves. I will love her, protect her, fight for her, and guide her all the days of my life. For that I thank God and her birth mom for giving be such a precious gift.
Happy birthday Diva, momma loves you more than you will ever know.