Most mothers, like myself, would probably say “The most unforgettable day of my life was when my children were born… or when I got married.” While that is true, I’m going to try to be a little less cliche.
Whats an unforgettable day in your life? Leave your answer in the comments, even if it is a cliche answer! I love them all!
One of the most unforgettable days of my life was when I went home with my Forever Mom – foster mom – at the age of 15. I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was 13 years ago.
She had to drive 1hr 30mins to pick me up from the group home I had been in for almost a year. Before that, I had been moved to several other group homes, hospitals, and runaway shelters… passed from place to place depending on which place had an available bed since my mother would never allow me to come home. (Why? I’ve come to understand – and be okay with – the fact that my mother just wasn’t able to take care of the kids she had.)
Before group homes, I had lived with many different relatives including my father in a different state and my grandmother who lived a few hours away from my mother.
So you could imagine the overwhelming thought of “this is my forever home” when my foster mother picked me up. I didn’t know what to do or say during the car ride from the group home to Angie’s house. I was nervous, scared, and thankful. But I was still confused why my mother couldn’t love me and take care of me like Angie was willing to.
I went from living in a big city… to living in a small town with a population of 310. It was a culture shock.
The drive was mostly on the interstate. Then when we got to Casar, NC it was nothing but trees. Maybe a few houses on the way.
When we got to Angie’s house, the first thing I noticed was how well-kept it was inside and out. She had two older biological children who lived with her and they were both very nice. I had to enroll in school (9th grade at that time). It had been a few years since I had been in public school. I was nervous.
It took me many months to understand that I didn’t have to ask for everything… because that’s what the group homes had instilled in me. I wouldn’t move without asking for permission. In the group homes and hospitals, you had to ask permission to go to the bathroom, shower, eat, put shoes on, go to bed, go outside, watch tv, have any privileges such as a coloring book or CD player. And when they told you NO for any reason, you sucked it up and said OK.
Angie had to tell me multiple times to stop asking her to eat or go to the bathroom lol. I had freedom with her and I had never had freedom ever before.
After a year or so, I had a few friends at school. I had a normal kid curfew of 10pm. I eventually got my driving permit like a normal kid and Angie let me drive her cars without hesitation. I went to prom. I graduated high school.
Angie taught me how to have freedom and how to be responsible with it. She taught me how to write checks and how to buy things at stores. She taught me how to have my first job.
Because of Angie and her selfless, unconditional love for broken kids like me… I had a chance to have a normal life.