If I had to boil it all down to one word? Temporary. The placement, interruptions, giggles, nightmares, school lunches, seemingly never-ending parade of people and appointments. It's all heartbreakingly...temporary. It is never far from my mind that while I'm doing the best I can in my mother role while I can, there is another mom not so far away who is wondering what her kids are up to, how they are, and if they are happy. I also know that not so long from now, I will be that mom; sitting alone on the stairs listening to the silence, longing for screams of laughter or the sounds of games emanating from the playroom. My mind will swirl with thoughts of the kiddos who were the first to call me "mom," and I'll wonder if they are safe—and unfortunately, there will be no answer—because my mom title is temporary. So, in the quiet one day, with fat crocodile dears dotting my cheeks and spilling onto my knees, I decided to answer her. Their mom. I wanted to tell her everything I was feeling; the heartfelt conviction mixed with frustration for her situation. But also, that her children were happy, safe, and loved. Did this ease her pain at all? Of course not. But I pray that somehow across the freeways, God let her heart feel my words and that for a moment, she felt peace. Via Houston Moms Blog: I’m Their Other Mother, but You’re Their Mom xoxo
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