I could not have survived my first placement without the help of my own mother. At 33, I still need her today. She flew in to come to my rescue two weeks ago just as my body was getting sick and I was drained in every sense.
She’s raised my sister and me, as well as helped my sister with both her boys. I love that she’s been able to be a part of each of my kids lives, which can be fleeting moments in foster care. It’s so comforting to have the help of your mother as you learn to be one yourself. I am so grateful she came when I called and hung in through some tough days and even after she caught my sickness.
Today she made the long trek back home to Alabama, but I know she’ll be back again sometime soon…. Hopefully the next time will be a bit more restful 🙂