I visited our neighbours this afternoon. I knew that they were foster parents; however I was unprepared for the little bundle of blue that was put into my arms not long after stepping into their house. I looked down and a little sleepy, smiley face looked back. This baby was with these foster parents because he had been born addicted to drugs and is currently on morphine to deal with that addiction. The baby had had such a hard life and he was only ten weeks old.
I couldn't even begin to understand how a need, any need, could be greater than ensuring the safety and wellbeing of my child. This baby's mother obviously put her own desires ahead of her child, and that to me is incomprehensible.
And then I thought about our own children. And how lucky we are, as a family.
How lucky I am.
I have a husband who loves me. I have three beautiful, healthy children. I have the luxury of being able to stay at home and take care of those children. I don't need to go out to work. I have all the support I could ever ask for, I have a lovely home, I am surrounded by people who love me.
Never in my life have I felt so fortunate, so blessed.
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Are you okay?!
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