ok so many of you know writing for me is a form of therapy...something that at times pours out of me. i NEED to write this its screaming to get out of me . yet, how so i write the words i cannot speak. if i write what is killing my heart will the ones i have left leave as well. part of me thinks if they do so be it. i have always felt that if you dont speak of something you have done in order to keep it amongst yourselves that is as bad as lying...its like lying by omission. i have lived my life in the past 3 years more purely..NOT PERFECTLY... but in constant seeking of God words..not mans approval but doing what I know is required of me by Gods law. WARNING....READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE UNFRIENDING ME. JUST GO AHEAD AND DO SO NOW.
On a thursday morning that has changed so much for me.. i entered my child's daycare. spoke with many whom i have considered friends and have loved so much. took my time getting around and speaking to all i encountered. my sons class was at one end of the building but, they were playing in another room. i took one of my kids to his class and went to drop the diapers off in the others class. i wanted to spend the last few moments with him and didn't want to drop him off to only watch me pass his doors again and break his heart.upon entering his class room i noticed a child. alone. left. no adult supervision. a SMALL child. at first i thought ...nahhhh no way. then i realized. yes. yes this was happening. i scooped the child up comforted and loved on this child and carried the child to the head of the daycare. whom was sitting in an empty classroom visiting with a friend/parent. i gave the child to her and told her what had happened. she called the teachers in and wrote them up. THIS IS IMPORTANT. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE TEACHER!!!! LOVE HER!!!!! SHE MADE AN HONEST MISTAKE. SHE CAME TO ME APOLOGIZED AND HAD TEARS IN HER EYES. I WAS PROUD OF HER AND HOW SHE HANDLED THE SITUATION. SHE IS HUMAN.
here comes the wrong part. i asked the director. now what. i said i wanted the parent informed. i was told she wasn't sure if that was going to take place. she said she would ask her dhs worker what she needed to do. we spoke 2 times on the phone..same thing. i said i wanted the parent told. i prayed..and prayed for GOD to lead me. its not about the grownups...its about the kids. i was lead.i waited till 3 pm and called dhs to see if they had made a report. like they said they would. they had not. the voice on the other end informed me if i was involved with the incident and didnt report it ...i could be in trouble as well. we are in the middle of chris adopting the boys. I WILL NOT PROTECT ANYONE ANYONE OVER THE SAFETY OF MY BABIES. SORRY. NO ACTUALLY I'M NOT. i told the worker all i knew. i also told of other issues. because a half truth is a lie as well.
now i live with the choice i made. i have lost my children's daycare cause i wouldn't lie about turning them in..i lost friends that i loved.and clients that were a part of my life...people that have never even asked my side.but who have chosen to believe someone that is vicious. i lost my church. my church as i type that the tears flow . my church. i will not go into all the details of this..i wont. i saw something in someone that broke my heart. not my spirit but, my heart. and now someone. a very specific someone is trashing me. i don't get it. all i did was tell the truth.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
i find it odd where sometimes it feels like you are in a never ending story...where one thing after another happens. is it just circumstance or is it FAITH being tested. i have found myself in the midst of a tornado..a whirlwind of events. life changing. there was something that happened something that was a human error..AND I AM SO HUMAN AND MY HUMAN SKIN IS VERY THIN AND FLAWED. by no means do i EVER EVER proclaim myself perfect. the error that occurred involved those that we are in charge of...those who cannot speak nor care for themselves and in a few hours time i was forced to make a decision that hurt more than many of the hurts that have happened in the past few years.