Being Mom

Most moms know what I mean by that sixth sense. The one that tells you when your child is in pain, sick, or something just isn't right. Critics like to judge us for it, but we know in our heart of hearts. And more times than not, we are right.

When I decided it was time to go home, it wasn't a choice I made lightly. There was nothing left for us here. My daughter hates the cold weather as much as I do. She longs to get to know her extended family better. I just know she'll be happier. As time has gone on and we await the answer from court, I watch her actions to guide my decisions.

She plays as if she is fishing back home. There is a notebook I gave her a few months ago that contains pictures she has drawn of things she wants for our home, things she wants to learn to do or start doing. Even the playground at what would be her new school. Constantly, she tells me how she hopes we can go.

I hate that her father is fighting us on it. Mostly, I hate that he won't listen to her. That he won't take into account the joy in her eyes when she talks about us going home.

Moms know what are best for their kids. And it kills us when we can't give it to them...
 

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