Children in Need
Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 2:00 am
I once met a young girl, J. She was a classmate of my daughter's in high school. We met at a choir concert. Both girls full of promise, full of hope. She captured my heart, with her feisty spirit and her beautiful smile. A smile that lit up her whole face.
As I got to know J, I learned of her story. Her mother was a crack whore, literally. She had a younger sister and brother. When she was 14, she called child protective services on her own situation, trying to get her brother to a safer environment. She thought that was his best hope to have a life. She had lived in the same house where her mother was doing drugs and whatnot, getting her brother up and fed, dressed, and off to school for several years before she called.
She ended up in a loving foster home, as did her brother. She lost track of him at some point, the foster family wanted to create a separation between his new life and his old life. And she understood. She knew he was safe and warm, fed, and loved.
She graduated high school, really against all the odds. She even moved off and started college in a small town an hour or so away. She worked really hard, because she had hope. She had herself, she had her strength.
And then she was raped.
A child was produced, a beautiful little girl. But in that instant, her life changed...It would have been a blessing for her to get some counseling at that point. But she didn't. Instead she slipped into the very patterns and cycles she was trying so hard to get away from. Not the drugs, but the lifestyle. I guess, she didn't ever slip into the lifestyle, but she couldn't pull herself completely away from the people. I guess that is a more accurate way to describe it. She wanted desperately to rise above it all, but I watched as she tried and just couldn't. She didn't have the opportunities it would have taken, and fresh out of a trauma like that one she had...well...she didn't get the kind of help she needed. And geez, she never had a real mother figure either.
At this point, she has three children. One child is with his biological father and his family. The two remaining girls, who are simply little angels, are with her.
Tonight she contacted my daughter. They do keep in touch, they talk from time to time. But it had been awhile.
J slept in her car last night with her two daughters. I think their ages are 3 and 6 months. Her food stamp card is empty. She was standing outside a W-mart trying to sell her stroller and her shoes for $10 to feed them. The shelters are full, she is on a waiting list. She had a job interview yesterday and is awaiting the call to hear whether she starts work soon.
This kind of stuff can be a minefield to maneuver. It really can. Every soul is on a path. Some paths are heart and gut wrenching. Doing what we can do while knowing it isn't enough. Trying not to let situations pluck my heart to the point that my emotions bury me. So I am lighting a candle, I really am. I'm mustering everything I have and asking for Divine Light to be shed on her. I'm sending blessings. One day, I hope to Gawd...one day...every baby will eat. Every child will feel loved and safe. Including the children with broken hearts inside young adult bodies.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhR36gV6vW4[/youtube]
I send blessings....I send love...I send compassion...for those who really are in need. If anyone would like to join me in doing so.....I'm opening up the space. Right here.
As I got to know J, I learned of her story. Her mother was a crack whore, literally. She had a younger sister and brother. When she was 14, she called child protective services on her own situation, trying to get her brother to a safer environment. She thought that was his best hope to have a life. She had lived in the same house where her mother was doing drugs and whatnot, getting her brother up and fed, dressed, and off to school for several years before she called.
She ended up in a loving foster home, as did her brother. She lost track of him at some point, the foster family wanted to create a separation between his new life and his old life. And she understood. She knew he was safe and warm, fed, and loved.
She graduated high school, really against all the odds. She even moved off and started college in a small town an hour or so away. She worked really hard, because she had hope. She had herself, she had her strength.
And then she was raped.
A child was produced, a beautiful little girl. But in that instant, her life changed...It would have been a blessing for her to get some counseling at that point. But she didn't. Instead she slipped into the very patterns and cycles she was trying so hard to get away from. Not the drugs, but the lifestyle. I guess, she didn't ever slip into the lifestyle, but she couldn't pull herself completely away from the people. I guess that is a more accurate way to describe it. She wanted desperately to rise above it all, but I watched as she tried and just couldn't. She didn't have the opportunities it would have taken, and fresh out of a trauma like that one she had...well...she didn't get the kind of help she needed. And geez, she never had a real mother figure either.
At this point, she has three children. One child is with his biological father and his family. The two remaining girls, who are simply little angels, are with her.
Tonight she contacted my daughter. They do keep in touch, they talk from time to time. But it had been awhile.
J slept in her car last night with her two daughters. I think their ages are 3 and 6 months. Her food stamp card is empty. She was standing outside a W-mart trying to sell her stroller and her shoes for $10 to feed them. The shelters are full, she is on a waiting list. She had a job interview yesterday and is awaiting the call to hear whether she starts work soon.
This kind of stuff can be a minefield to maneuver. It really can. Every soul is on a path. Some paths are heart and gut wrenching. Doing what we can do while knowing it isn't enough. Trying not to let situations pluck my heart to the point that my emotions bury me. So I am lighting a candle, I really am. I'm mustering everything I have and asking for Divine Light to be shed on her. I'm sending blessings. One day, I hope to Gawd...one day...every baby will eat. Every child will feel loved and safe. Including the children with broken hearts inside young adult bodies.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhR36gV6vW4[/youtube]
I send blessings....I send love...I send compassion...for those who really are in need. If anyone would like to join me in doing so.....I'm opening up the space. Right here.