Today was difficult. When our kids had their TPR (Termination of Parental Rights) hearing on December 7th, we knew that their case worker had offered mediation to the bio-parents. We also knew that we had the full support of the kid's case worker and OUR case worker that we could refuse to mediate. I won't go into detail as to why, but trust me when I say, it was in the best interest of our kids.
Fast forward to today. My cell phone rang and it was the mediator. She read me the list of the bio-mom's 'demands' in mediation. I had to really hold my tongue on quite a few of them, and then professionally, but calmly had to tell the mediator that we would NOT be mediating. In other words, the b-mom could go pound sand.
I've spent the rest of the day in disbelief. These children were taken away from you, not once, not twice, but THREE times because you couldn't properly take care of and protect them. Then you had a year to get your act together, but you couldn't do that, could you? And now you are 'demanding' things from me? Yeah. Good luck with that.
I was able to vent on a message board I frequent to some women who I love with all my heart and who have supported me throughout this whole process, and continue to support me still. <-- pardon that ridiculous run on sentence!
I appreciated the kind words and, I won't lie, the stand in solidarity that I got from them.
And now here I sit. Still shaking my head in disbelief. Writing this little blurb as I listen to my husband go over our son's spelling words with him. Knowing that our daughter is safely tucked in her bed writing in her journal.
And knowing, that we are doing the right thing.
1 comment:
GOOD for you. I mean that! Good for you for standing up for your children and for their needs. You are going to rock at being their mommy - you are already doing whats best in their interests. GO you! :)
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