Note P To my daughter paisley My daughter! Wow, I never in a million years would have thought of saying those words. Having a daughter after two boys was going to be an amazing feeling. It’s crazy how in a moments notice life changes so suddenly. You have two older brothers named Copper and Zane that are ornery as ever but also shows their loving and kind spirit so much and a beautiful momma that loves you unconditionally and would give her life for any of us. When your momma first told me that we was expecting again my heart grew about ten times the normal size. I was overwhelmed with happiness and secretly I was hoping that you turned out to be a girl. When mommas belly began to grow the excitement also grew. It became even more real in knowing that we would get to meet you after a few more months of pregnancy. Every time your momma would move a certain way I could only imagine you being rocked to sleep inside her as you were cuddled up with a big smile. It was so cool to see pregnancy again and how your momma knows so much about it. We decided to not find out the gender until you …show more content…
I looked into the distance and seen you in a white dress with blonde curly hair with a big yellow bow running towards me. You couldn’t have been older then 4-5. When you came closer to me you put your hand out and took mine and said, “Let’s Dance”. We danced in that field as if no one in the world was looking. Your smile was of pure joy and was breath taking. You looked so much like your momma. It felt so real and I can feel your hands still. I woke up and was trying desperately to go back to sleep to see you again to no avail. Every since that dream I have tried to duplicate it by thinking about you every night before bed. I have prayed to God asking him to let me see you at least in my dreams again although I haven’t been lucky enough
Wheal we were waiting in the white room with the toys me and my dad were guessing on the gender because my mom does not like to know the gender of the baby my guess was a girl my dad was a boy and my mom’s was a girl. Then my dad and I played with one of the toys and it was a little it had a magnet and a ball to it and we had to get into the center of the board. She was where so we went in to white room that smelled like medical things but she was here my mom named her Zeniya.
After seeing all the opportunities, look at your daughter now. She's recovering. Her long, dark hair flows with the wind as she’s running away from you and giggling, hoping she doesn’t get caught during a game of tag. You catch up to her and scoop her up into your arms. Her little laugh sends waves of emotion through you and you realize something.
My hands held my face but not like I wanted him to in that moment. The ground held me above ground when all I wanted to do was sink as deep as I knew he would be buried that week. But i couldn't. I was living. There was a time I did not sleep no matter how hard I tried until that was all i ever did.
I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing in regards to Ms. Marissa Dona; whom I’ve known and worked with, for eight years. I’ve worked closely with her from when she was a counselor, a therapist, and eventually a program supervisor. Throughout her career at Stars Behavioral Health Group, she was a great leader, team player, and an effective and personable therapist.
Later that morning, we arrived at Gordmans and paced through the store looking for bargains. I tried to shop, but was too distracted. Finding a chair, I sat and hoped my mom was doing okay. Finally my dad called and told Joy that my mom was rushed to the emergency room for a C-section. An overwhelming sense of panic ran through my body.
On March 28th, 2013 I was walking out of Wabash Middle School to go home. I had just gotten out of track practice looking for my mom’s car. When I got was walking out and looking I realized that my Grandma T was there to pick me up, and when I got in the car I heard the best news of my life. That my mom was going into labor, and we were going to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was so happy to finally have a sister.
We found out that it, is a boy and he would be born in the fall. Each day got better since we heard the news, but I still couldn’t be with my mom. I was never close to her, I’ve always been a daddy's girl, but going to foster care changed that. I have gotten closer to my mom and now my dad and I can’t talk about what we used to
Early in my life, I used books as an escape from the harsh reality in front of me. When I was around five years old, I was trapped in an abusive and sheltered household. When the yelling started, I used to hide under my bed and stay very quiet. I would read any book that I could find to keep my mind off what was happening around me. I made myself a safe space under my bed with a light and pillows.
My boyfriend and I both had good paying jobs, and families that would continue to love and support us, so I knew everything would turn out okay. We had decided together to wait to tell our parents, but we did share the pregnancy with a few close friends and siblings. Things were quickly begining to feel exciting. We were talking about baby names and what sport he would play. (I wasn’t far enough along to know the gender, but I just knew he was a boy.)
Being a self-centered teen girl was no longer an option, everything was going to be about the new baby. However, keeping the baby was always the plan. During the first month of my senior year of high school, my daughter, Cynthia
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
Work with children Throughout my high school and college years, I have had several experiences with children that have all played a part in shaping my love for working with children. During high school, I spent two summers nannying for two young school aged children. Working with these siblings really made me realize how much fun I have working with children and watching them grow. Once I came to college, I started another babysitting job working with two four year old twin girls.
When I was a little girl I remember watching the news and always seeing big scary men being criminals. I thought that all women were mothers and had a family to take care of. I stuck with this theory because I connected everyone to my family. A working father, a stay at home mother, and a crazy younger brother. The stereotypical suburban family.
The next day I went to the doctor and she confirmed the test was right. I was indeed pregnant, she said I needed an emergency ultrasound. So, she set that appointment up for the next morning. After my appointment my mom called my boyfriend’s mother to tell her the news because I was scared. I didn’t know how she was going to react.
Then 9 months later on February 16, 1999, at 3:10 am my precious son came out of my womb and placed on my chest. It was the most amazing experience ever, but also extremely exhausting thing ever! I was in the hospital for about another week till the doctor told me to go home, funny thing is that I got discharged on my birthday February 21, 1999, which I turned 16. At first, it felt like being a mother was easy, but in reality, it wasn 't because I also had to go to school plus he would always wake me up in the middle of the night, and be in an extreme of exhaustion. I started missing school more and more till I finally dropped out.