“My husband and I woke up to find this note on our counter one morning, written by the 12-year-old boy who was living with us. I have carried this note in my purse for a long time, so I could take it out and re-read it on the hard days. There’s also a letter with ‘Youth Correctional Center’ in the return address, tear-stained, begging us not to give up.”
“Because of someone else’s selfish decision to get behind the wheel impaired, mine and my kids’ lives are forever changed. I can’t grow old with the man I was supposed to spend forever with and my kids have to grow up without their amazing father.”
“The tears began to well up as I spoke to the staff, thinking about my two triplets who passed away within two months of birth. A strange sense of peace swept over me.”
“These people don’t come home with you, don’t sleep in your bed, and they aren’t your baby, so their opinion is invalid.”
“We reminded her in this moment that it was not goodbye, but a see you soon and then the hardest thing happened. We watched as she gave our son one more hug and a kiss and then left the room.”
“I deserve to recover.”
“I’m trying to give our little girl the best life and gift I can give her — a Momma and Daddy she can be proud of.”
“Let Them Fail. Really. Home is a training ground for life and is the safest place for them to trip and fall and learn about what it takes to get back up again.”
“I felt his words in the pit of my stomach. ‘Mom, I need help.'”
“Cray-on,” “cran” or “crown.” Which team are YOU on?
