Because
she is unable to adequately care for the needs of her child, the little one has
been taken into protective custody, and placed in the safety of my home. That makes her the villain and me the
hero. She’s the bad mother and I’m the
good one. Right?
How did
we get here, exactly? Her story is so different from mine!
Even before I took my first breath, my story was relatively smooth and straightforward. While she was born into a fractured and flawed family that sort of limped along, each one managing the best way they knew how, my parents were committed to staying married and raising their children together. They taught me the meaning of “family,” setting for me an example of faithfulness, love, patience, and enduring hope. They taught me about healthy relationships and the importance of making responsible decisions.
Even before I took my first breath, my story was relatively smooth and straightforward. While she was born into a fractured and flawed family that sort of limped along, each one managing the best way they knew how, my parents were committed to staying married and raising their children together. They taught me the meaning of “family,” setting for me an example of faithfulness, love, patience, and enduring hope. They taught me about healthy relationships and the importance of making responsible decisions.
