I was always fascinated by a particular sentiment that some people expressed to me over the years as they learned I was raising my ‘granddaughters’….it was always worded a different way, but always the same thought .
They would refer to “my choice” to do it,…how they could never do it.
* How we have a foster care system for those situations.
* How I coddled my drug-induced daughter by taking on her responsibilities.
* How people need to learn the consequences of their choices.
* How I was wrong to intervene…and if I hadn’t, maybe she would have stepped up to the plate and ‘grew up’.
I always thought after listening to them,...”Are they Serious? They do realize we’re talking about real life CHILDREN here, MY GRANDCHILDREN, and not guinea pigs,..right?”
The reason I panicked when Bekah told me her ‘perfect plan’ for keeping the babies,..and not giving them up for adoption, was because I knew, there would be NO CHOICE. If the situation arose where I was faced with the decision to intervene and raise my grandchildren,..it was a done deal, and it wouldn’t be because it was an ‘easy’ decision, it was would be because it was the ‘only’ decision….for me.
Raising my grandchildren depleted ANY savings that was tucked away.
And, I spent more time than I care to admit, sobbing like a baby as I struggled with the physical and emotional challenges, and the stress of having two unstable biological parents involved.
It created a whole new set of unusual relationship dynamics throughout our family.
It’s created hard feelings,…seemingly impossible situations,…and unfair perceptions that will more than likely haunt me all the way to the grave,…never to be resolved in this life time.
And you know what?….
I WOULDN’T TRADE IT FOR ALL THE WEALTH IN THE WORLD!
