Pain And Anger

I need to rant. This is the place. If you don't enjoy angry peeved ranting, you'd better leave now.

What in the crap is wrong with Baby D's birth parents? I mean I know what's wrong with them..sorta, but I mean what the crap? They canceled EVERY visit in the month of February (wait...they might have had a visit the first Friday in February, I'd have to check) but STILL. They only saw him twice in January because they canceled all other visits then too.

Last night at 8:00pm, they called the social worker and canceled today's visit? The reason?

"We have some errands we need to run."

WHAT!?!

Okay, lemme make sure I understand you correctly. You've been sick, without healing, for about 2 months straight (although not too sick to file their taxes..but that's another story for another time). Then, when you're finally "well" enough to see your son (the one you claim to care so much about that when the social worker suggests you consider relinquishing your rights, it sends you into a furious rage) you cannot see him because your schedule is so packed with "errands" that you cannot spare TWO FRIGGIN' HOURS to see your baby?

Give me a break. I've been sitting on this all day, and the more I think about it the more angry I get. I'm glad that they are digging themselves into such a hole that on March 16th the judge would have to be blind, dumb and without ANY competent thought what-so-ever to NOT change the plan to TPR (Termination of Parental Rights).

Everytime I think about it I just burn with anger. However, at the same time, I am so filled with sadness for them. Sadness because they do not know what they are missing. Sadness that they don't understand or know a Savior. Sadness because when Baby D is a man, he will have to accept the fact that his Birth Parents didn't do a single thing to try to get him back.

I've felt rejection from a parent and it burns you to your core. It hurts beyond any hurt I've ever felt. To know that I have a parent who knows where I am, that they could have a part of my life, yet they make no effort to really know me, well, it's painful. And it's a pain that my sweet boy will know one day, as he grows into a man.

He doesn't know any pain from them now. All he knows is that I'm his momma, his daddy loves him and he has the craziest siblings, who he loves without fail. But one day, in the not-so-distant future, he will awaken to the realization that they failed him. I pray that when this time comes, that he will know the Father deeply. That he will see the provision that God has made for him and that the pain will be healed by the hands of the One who knows all pain.

Sweet Father, please guard his heart until the time that You can heal all hurts. Guard him Lord until he becomes the man You have chosen Him to be. Give him mercy and compassion for these people who conceived him and allow him to shower them with Your love, unlike any other.

Things That Make Me Go Hummmmm.....

I am still perplexed as to why Noggin would choose to title their new cartoon, "Toot & Puddle." Maybe when they were brainstorming character names, a raging stomach virus was sweeping through the building. Still, every time my kids watch it, I giggle then resist a strong urge to run to the restroom.


I have no idea why Lucas' hair has chosen to take on a life of its own this week and mimic Ace Venture Pet Detective's signature 'do. It was crazy all day yesterday, then after bath last night, it popped right back into its new, altered state.























On Tuesday night, our friends let us watch their 3, very cool kids. Emily and I have always talked about the remarkable similarities between their 3 and our oldest 3. Bailey and Elizabeth are hardcore nurturers and the ideal big sisters. William and Ashlee are affectionate, passionate children with a zeal for life (although I doubt William has quite the dramatic tendencies that Ashlee does). The most similar are Jonathan and Lucas. Both boys are incredibly independent, high energy and hard headed determined. When they first arrived, I was busy getting dinner prepared so I pulled out some playdough and they 6 kids quietly sat down and played (I'm telling you, these are 3 VERY good kids...and then our 3, which at times are questionable). The funniest part was that the kids paired up with their "personality twins" and worked diligently together. It helps that our kids adore them and that they are awesomely patient with ours.


Bay and Biz














William and Ash












J-man and Lucas




















It's hard to believe that my littlest boy will be NINE months old tomorrow. Time has flown by! Baby D now has TWO teeth and started army crawling last week. So I don't understand why yesterday, in the middle of the G.A.L. visit, he decided it was time to pull up, onto his knees. Seriously dude! You JUST started crawling. Let's only accomplish 1 milestone a month, mmkay?

Baby Girl is doing well, and her plan still remains TPR (Termination of Parental Rights). Right now, we are just waiting and waiting. With that said, someone PLEASE tell me why it could take up to a year for the courts to get their ducks in a row so that she could legally be free for adoption?

Yeah, that's what I said.

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What makes you go hummmm??