Trust is Overrated

As I look back on my life I realize that most of the really bad things that have happened to me are the result of trusting someone. I’m not saying that I was a victim. It was ultimately my decision to trust those people, but I learned a few things:

• If a man hits you, he will always promise to never do it again, but he will.
• If you feel like a relationship is too good to be true, then it is.
• Never put your name on a loan that you can’t afford to pay on your own.
• Never lend something to someone and expect to get it back. This includes money.
• If someone promises not to do something, expect that they will change their mind one day. Promises aren’t contracts.
• If a person is an addict they will lie to you, talk bad about you, and steal your things… no matter how much they love you.
• Never trust someone around your children unless you know all there is to know about them, and even then take baby steps. Trust your gut feelings. Damage to innocence is forever.
• If you feel like something isn’t right about someone… it probably isn’t.
• If someone is trying to talk you into doing something and you get a bad feeling about it, don’t do it. Seriously, don’t!

People will promise you the moon to get what they want, but once they get it, you are no longer a priority. You were just a means to an end. You were used.

Broken trust is especially hard when you cared for the person you trusted. They are gone, you are left with a mess or heartache and you feel betrayed. You wonder how people can care for you one minute and then just walk away knowing that they are leaving you broken.

I don’t know. I only know that trust is overrated.

I'm the Bad Guy in Someone’s Story

I was reading someone’s blog and they wrote about being humbled by someone’s kindness. I realized that this person may have a different view about me. I can be direct, and in some ways unkind, especially when I believe that I’ve been treated unfairly. I own that. I’m accountable for that. It is who I am. I over analyze the situation. I expect the worst and my anxiety goes through the roof. Then I say the wrong things. I push the wrong buttons. I fail.

I believe that we are all the “Bad Guy” in someone’s story. I just happen to be the star in a few.

How do you deal with being a villain? You try your best to forgive yourself, learn from your mistake, and move on.

Nothing can change the past… yet… lol. You can’t force someone to forgive you. This I know for sure. I’ve been hurt by people that I trusted and it changes you. It makes you view situations through different eyes. It changes your ability to trust. I know.

I don’t blame anyone for my mistakes and failures. I made them. They are part of my story. They are part of who I am along with my successes. They are mine.

The fact that I admit that I have made these mistakes does not absolve others of theirs. I understand that I deserve apologies that I will never receive. I need to make peace with that. I strive daily to forgive others who have hurt me, but it’s difficult. By God’s grace I will one day.

We are all the bad guy in someone’s story, and we all have bad guys in ours. We'll just have to be okay with that.

It's Not My Job

I’ve been praying about the situation with my youngest grandson, and I had a revelation on the way home yesterday.

I’ve been trying to protect him and keep him safe. I’ve been trying to preserve his relationships with his family so that he won’t feel the pangs of yet another loss in his young life. I’ve been desperate to fix the situation for him, his brothers, and for myself. BUT… it’s not my job.

I am the grandparent, not the parent. As much as I want to fix this it’s not my job to do so.

When you take on the role of “parent” for a child you are also taking on the role of protector. You are supposed to put your feelings aside and do what is right for the child no matter the cost to your pride or your needs. It is a role that I have assumed with the grandchildren that I co-parent with my son. When they want seconds at dinner they get it, even if it means that I have to fix myself something else… because their needs come first.

So I am not responsible for my grandson losing his family. I am also not responsible for any consequences of that loss. Children who are adopted often experience loss and grief. It is the parent’s job to help them cope.

“Parents through adoption, can get caught in a trap of only seeing things from their perspective. The journey to the kids may have been wrought with trials, infertility, a healthy dose of patience and confusion; yet, the experience is a supporting actor in the story. The kids’ experience(s) needs to take the lead role” (Bailey, 2019).

As I relinquish this responsibility in my heart I pray that God will keep my grandson safe and that somehow he will know that he is loved from the other side of town too.

Bailey, C. (2019, September 13). How Can I Help My Adopted Child Cope with Loss and Trauma? Retrieved from AdoptHelp: https://adoption.com/how-can-i-help-my-adopted-child-cope-with-loss-and-trauma

Love Is...

I ran across a quote that reads “The way we treat people we disagree with the most is a report card on what we’ve learned about love.” Let’s think about that for a minute. What have we learned about love? The bible is very clear on what love is. According to 1 Corinthians 13:4-8:

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

I looked up each work on Dictionary.com. Here is what I found:

To be patient and kind means we are “able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious,” and have “a good or benevolent nature or disposition, as a person”. This is what love is.

But the verse goes on to read what love does NOT do:

It does not produce “a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, or possessions”. It does not “speak with excessive pride or vanity.” It does not “have a high opinion of one’s own dignity, importance, or superiority.” It does not disgrace or shame others. It does not “seek its own interests or selfish ends”. It is not easily angered, and if you love someone you do not hold their past bad deeds against them. It does not like things that are harmful to others.

What does love do?

Love rejoices in the actual truth, and defends others from attacks and insults. It relies on the integrity of others, and feels “that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best”. “Love persists in anything undertaken, and maintains a purpose in spite of difficulty, obstacles, or discouragement”.

(Savage, n.d.) States that it’s commonly people may keep a record of another’s person’s wrongs because of pride. That they are seeking revenge and want the other person to be humiliated in some way. This can be true if what happened was not intentional.

I intended to use this quote as a reminder to others about how I have been treated, but in doing so I realized that the person who needed to read this was me. When I am hurt I lash out and act badly and I need to work on that. God wants us to love one another… so if I have hurt you please know that I am truly sorry, and that I am working on it. Much love to you all.

Savage, R. (n.d.). Love keeps no record of wrongs. Retrieved from ActiveChristianity: https://activechristianity.org/love-keeps-no-record-of-wrongs

Grieving The Child Who Did Not Die

I was reading an article of the same name about a foster mother who raised a child for two years and had to return him to his biological mother. She spoke of intangible loss. My story is the same but from the opposite end of the spectrum.

My grandson, Elias, was born on October 21, 2016. He had issues with his lungs, a pneumothorax. He spent his first days in the NICU and then he was airlifted to a city nearby where they were more prepared for his condition. At almost 10 pounds he was the largest baby in the NICU which delighted the nurses. His treatment went well and within a few days my daughter, who was staying in the Ronald McDonald house, was able to hold him. Soon after I was able to hold him too.

For his first year I visited him once or twice a week. My daughter was in recovery from substance abuse and I was sure that she was doing well. Then in January 2018 the bottom fell out. She was using again and Social Services removed my grandson from her home.

I was still able to visit him at the agency and I was assured that my daughter was getting the help that she needed, but then they moved my grandson to a different foster home and I decided that I needed to get custody.

I started and completed Kinship Care classes which lasted for six weeks. Then the agency conducted a home study. Looking back I truly believe that they had already made up their mind to fail me since the worker’s lies were overlooked and my complaints about her report fell on deaf ears. The foster mother at one point decided that she would no longer communicate with me or send me photos of my grandson, and the agency supported her on that decision. So I missed his birthday, Halloween, and Christmas.

Then on Christmas 2018 she sent me a bunch of photos, and started talking to me again… I’m not sure why but I was grateful. We began a tentative relationship which grew into friendship (or so I thought). I was getting photos of Elias regularly, and on four occasions she and I got together with all of the boys. I was still visiting him at the agency as often as I was allowed, and we had gotten to the point where we could take him off site.

In May of 2019 my daughter’s parental rights were terminated. I had a custody petition before the court which I dropped because I thought the foster mother and I were friends and she had promised me that I would always be a part of their lives. Soon after I noticed that my visits got less. She kept Elias’s brothers twice for me, the last time for a funeral which took place on August 31, 2019. That was the last time I saw Elias.

It is now November. As the days stretch into weeks and the weeks into months… the sadness lingers.

It wasn’t a death, but it feels like a death.

The child I who I Iove with all of my heart is out of my life and I will never be his grandmother again. I am bereaved, and grieving. According to (Lewis, 2017), “Grief is so much more than a response to just death. It is also a response to the severing of a relationship forever. It is, as they say, “love with nowhere to go.” And there are so many kinds of families loving with nowhere to expend that love.

The feeling is more like how a parent of a missing child feels. Whenever you go to a store you are alert to sounds wondering if you will see them… if they will see you and call your name. 

My grandchild lost his family. I not only mourned for me. I weep for his losses too. 

When his brother wanted to call him on his birthday and sing I had to tell him that we couldn’t. Telling him that I wonder how many times, if any, that Elias says that he wants to see them. I worry that he misses us and that it hurts him.

“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was grieve a child that wasn’t dead. Please don’t ever tell me to go home and love the children I do have. The two have nothing to do with each other. Say it’s ok to miss my child despite having 2 others” (Lewis, 2017).

This article touched me because I understand. I know what it is like to grieve for a child who isn’t dead. As for Elias, I will love him forever. Maybe one day he will come and find us… I hope so.

Lewis, R. (2017, November 7). Grieving the Child Who Did Not Die. Retrieved from Still Standing Magazine: https://stillstandingmag.com/2017/11/07/grieving-child-not-die/

A Hole in my Heart

Well, it finally happened and I suppose I knew that it would, but it took me completely by surprise. I was banned from my grandson's life over an argument. 

According to an article on Psychology Today grandparents “can derive tremendous pleasure from relationships with grandchildren and suffer terrible pain and loss when those relationships are disrupted or prevented. As with alienation between a parent and child, alienation between a grandparent and grandchild represents a form of ambiguous loss in which the child is physically absent but very much alive in the heart and mind of the grieving grandparent. There is no closure because the child is still alive. That is the blessing and curse of alienation (Baker, 2015)”.

I my situation may seem different because my daughter’s parental rights were terminated, but I dropped my custody petition because I was assured that I would always be part of my grandson’s life. "You will always be his Mimi.” 

Since I have no legal standing to visitation there is nothing I can do about my situation. I've had my phone number blocked, and been denied access to my grandson’s picture account. 

His third birthday was in October. I would have liked to see him blow out his candles. I would have liked to give him a hug and a kiss. My sweet grandson will forever be three years old to me since I will not be able to watch him grow, but I maybe one day he will find me.

I love you... all my heart.