Christian had a biological crack laden Mom that abandoned him at the hospital, a myriad of relatives that couldn't or wouldn't take care of him and a foster Mom..........all before the ripe old age of 20 months. I often stare into his black/brown eyes and fight back the tears. How could anyone regard him as a throw-away child? This sweet little boy. A boy so full of love, wonderment and promise. A boy who just wants to be loved in return.
Today Christian turns eight. We've had him for a little over six years and a day doesn't go by that I wish him to just stop growing up....just for a moment. I want Christian to stay small enough, long enough for him to have every chance to be loved and cherished a little more. Abandonment issues may come in to play later as he matures and I want Christian to know that although his original parents "couldn't take care of him", he was loved and revered by us and understands what a beautiful spirit he has.
So Happy Birthday Christian. A boy of eight that will soon be a boy of 12, a teenager.........a man.
The Down & Dirty
- tallulah
- I'm a stay-at-home Mom of five(one has left the nest). My attitudes are somewhat morbid and twisted as I desperately try to fit in to the town of Mayberry. I'm committed to my husband and children however, I often fantasize about filling up at the gas station and then driving to some obscure little town in the middle of the desert where no one can find me. I'm hoping that someday the pharmecuetical companies develop a drug that can ZEN me through this strange life I have built for myself. In the meantime....I blog and explore ways of coping. Your comments are appreciated.
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