Random Thoughts From Childhood Series-The Day I Came Home

June 11, 2009

Childhood Memories From Jenny

I was in the third grade and fresh out of foster care. Riding in the front seat of Datsun 2-10 with my mom and little brother. This was the day I had anxiously awaited, going home and being back with my older brothers! My mom had always promised us that she would get the 4 of us back together, she swore on it every time she visited so I just knew that when she picked me and my little brother up that she had also picked up my two older brothers.

Lesson Learned: Assumptions are Dangerous!

We arrived at our new apartment and I tore up the steps, through the front door and ran from room to room calling out. Silence yelled back at me, no sounds of children or laughter, empty. I became consumed with a feeling of dread as the fear of them not coming home hit me. My mother told me that the boys went to live with our dad. I gave her the “death stare”. (all parents know that one) as my mind started racing, and a sense of sorrow was setting in. Thoughts and emotions began to overwhelm me. I was screaming inside at her and then I was yelling out loud; “mom go and get them, take me to his house, I can live with him too”!

As an adult, I think that this must have been just as awful for her as it was for me but speaking as that child….she did not keep her promise, I saw her as a liar and I was filled with rage!

Coming up Next Week………….Stay tuned as I share the story I was told about why they got to live with my father!