Faithit

I have gone through every mother’s worst fear. I feel led to write this to all you Mamas because I have a longing to look each of you in the eyes and tell you this:

"Then, it hit me… Holy crap. It’s an advertisement to pedophiles out there to join together and make a network."

We were given the kind of news you knew could come but you can never fully brace for. Dad’s tumor was back. Surgery was set for 2 hours away in Minneapolis.

"A boy at school punched my daughter in the face. HARD. And yes, I have pictures..."

I promised I would never divorce him. I was an outstanding Evangelical Christian woman.

I’m no trauma expert. In fact, I’m not even close to scratching the surface of all there is to know. But I do know it’s messy, it’s hard, and it’s very unpredictable.

"Everyone wants to be there, all at once, at the beginning, and then they all leave – go and carry on with their own lives, all at once, as well. You wonder why nobody understands that this is such a terrible day and that you need all the support you can get."

The privacy your child thinks they deserve? Umm…nope. Your house, your bills, your rules. Privacy comes when our children are “off our payroll.”