“Toliver was placed into foster care at birth after being born dependent on methamphetamine and heroin. He in 3 different foster homes before we found each other.”
I Never Imagined Being Married At 28, And A Mom To 9 Babies
We Both Lost Our Spouses To Tragedies, But Grief Brought Us Together
“After my wife’s death, I got so many cards, letters, texts. But this one stopped me cold. The name brought a story so heavy, so dark, it was hard to believe she actually lived it. Knowing her story, you’d expect this sad, fearful person. It didn’t take me long to realize she was anything but. She was a beautiful girl with beautiful scars. And, suddenly, I wasn’t alone. The connection was effortless, natural, and deep. She gave me hope.”
To The Baby Boy I Called Mine For Only 404 Days
“I am now mourning the loss of my baby as though he died but the reality is…he is not my baby.”
I Broke The Chains Of Addiction, And I’m Finally The Father My Daughter Deserves
“I remember sitting in that jail cell crying my eyes out, thinking my daughter, who was 9 at the time, would be in her 20’s before I saw her again. That was my true rock bottom. I can’t even begin to describe to you the utter defeat and sadness I felt that day.”
‘Next time someone asks you what motherhood is like tell them it’s like this pan. This pan has been in the fire and has the markings to show for it. It’s messy, aged, and worn.’
“We should give them away at baby showers. Not some new, shiny pan, but one that can no longer lay flat on a counter, is crooked and bent. That way, expecting mothers would know true love doesn’t look like perfection.”
‘How did I not see the signs? We made it to the children’s psych ward. I wanted to kiss the boo boos away, but I couldn’t.’: In the wake of 12-year-old daughter’s ‘suicide plan,’ mom says we can’t be ‘the perfect parent’ no matter how hard we try
“The doctor comes in. ‘Can I speak with you in private?’ I feel on the verge of a panic attack, but I simply smile and follow her to the nurse’s station. ‘So, what do you feel is going on?’ I explain the events of the phone call from school. She says, ‘We have no choice but to admit your daughter. She has a clear plan to commit suicide.’ My stomach is in knots.”
‘Every evening, I see the same tired woman waiting to cross the street with her 4 kids. She holds onto the ones she can, and they hold onto the ones she can’t. I’m fascinated by this woman and her tribe.’
“Even though I need to get myself home to my own four babes, often I’ll wait, not pulling out of the parking lot until they’ve safely made it across. If I didn’t, I would lay in bed at night and worry: Had they made it? Were they still waiting? Were they safe?”
To My Strong-Willed Daughter: We May Butt Heads Sometimes, But I Can’t Help But Applaud Your Grit
“Some people won’t be able to handle your tenacity, and that’s okay. You can’t please everyone. But you will leave each person with a sprinkle of your spirit as you move past them.”
‘This a picture of me where I appeared to be blissfully happy to everyone on the outside but drowning in postnatal depression and anxiety because I expected to have it all together.’
“Bringing home, a newborn for the first time was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I had never been more exhausted, more worried, more emotional or lonely in my life.”
Why Are Kids Impatient, Bored, Friendless, and Entitled?
“Using technology as a “Free babysitting service” is, in fact, not free at all. The payment is waiting for you just around the corner.”