Henry--Thank you for your very kind words. Just like life, in general, I didn't get a choice. When my son came to me with the disclosures back in 1998, I wanted to run away and hide. I wanted scream and wail. I felt like I had a handle on my life but I didn't. I felt so guilty that some monster had gotten past me and my husband.
I can't even begin to describe how protective we were with our youngest eight. But we were so naive, so deluded. We never saw it coming. It was like a head-on collision where all the children were left permanently disabled. I didn't want to be their Momma anymore. I wanted my "other" children back.
I'll admit it here, in front of God and everybody, I left for four days. I drove south on I-5. I didn't know where I was going but I had to get away from the dirtiness, the nastiness, the pain. I adore my husband and we've been married since we were 18. We are truly joined at the hip. But I was in self preservation mode. I told him one night that I had to get out or my head would explode. He, very wisely and lovingly, said simply...go. I did.
Obviously, I came back. The sun came up and life went on. My kids are great--warts and all. They were permanently changed and scarred but they were also made far stronger. I learned to cry and to be humble and to accept help. I think we've proven to each and every one of our kids that we are here forever for them--no matter what. They know their Momma won't let things go..won't accept the status quo. They know I love them and will fight to my last breath for the safety of all children. I look and sound very sweet and kind and loving but you know what? I'm mad as hell and I'm not going away.
I can't even begin to describe how protective we were with our youngest eight. But we were so naive, so deluded. We never saw it coming. It was like a head-on collision where all the children were left permanently disabled. I didn't want to be their Momma anymore. I wanted my "other" children back.
I'll admit it here, in front of God and everybody, I left for four days. I drove south on I-5. I didn't know where I was going but I had to get away from the dirtiness, the nastiness, the pain. I adore my husband and we've been married since we were 18. We are truly joined at the hip. But I was in self preservation mode. I told him one night that I had to get out or my head would explode. He, very wisely and lovingly, said simply...go. I did.
Obviously, I came back. The sun came up and life went on. My kids are great--warts and all. They were permanently changed and scarred but they were also made far stronger. I learned to cry and to be humble and to accept help. I think we've proven to each and every one of our kids that we are here forever for them--no matter what. They know their Momma won't let things go..won't accept the status quo. They know I love them and will fight to my last breath for the safety of all children. I look and sound very sweet and kind and loving but you know what? I'm mad as hell and I'm not going away.