These kids at Casa run around calling all of us mommy. They say mommy to Karen and me and the child care staff and the housekeeping staff. At times, it is endearing. Sometimes not, like when they are tattling on each other.
But once in a while, one of them begin to cry and call for mommy and it is not us they are wanting. The cries come from the deepest places within their little souls. And they want Mommy. Their mommy. No matter how severe the abuse might have been or how deplorable the living conditions, everyone loves their mommy.
I try to comfort and console, but there is really nothing that can be done when a little one misses mommy so desparately. At that moment, there is no substitute.
Please pray daily for these kids. And for us, that we can console those heart-wrenching cries.
Terri
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That is so true about mommy. A foster son we had used to lay on the bed and cry when his mothers favorite song came on, it was Country Bumpkin. He was very happy with us but the real mommy always has a special place. I know it must be so hard with 15 to hear that heart wrenching "mommy" cry when it comes. linda
Dear Terri,
Did you get to sleep a little later this morning since you are suppose to be off on Saturday?
I know your heart goes out to each and every child at CASA and when they hurt, you hurt too.
You are making a difference. That is what really matters.
Love, Ginger
Breaks my heart. So thankful you and the rest of Casa are there to love on these precious children.
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