Although I knew that this
moment was inevitable, I was still somehow startled when the phone call finally
came. Your social worker, letting me
know that you would be leaving our home.
I hung up the phone with a heavy hand and a sinking heart, my mind numb
with trying to comprehend what this is going to mean. How can a mother possibly brace herself to
say good-bye to her child?
There is no way I can explain this life-changing event to you, because you are too young to understand good-byes. One moment you will be in the security of my familiar embrace, completely content and sheltered. And in the next moment, you will unexpectedly be in the arms of a new, unknown mother. Will you be scared and confused, wondering where I am? Will you grieve the loss as much as I will?
