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June 09, 2004

Not a Happy Ending, Not Yet

Once upon a time there lived a little girl whose father died when she was only eight years old.

Her mother had many troubles afterwards, and consequently, the little girl ended up spending the following two years in foster care. After that, she bounced around with various family members until she was old enough to go out on her own.

Maybe she wanted to make more of herself. (Maybe she wanted someone else to fix the problems.)

She married a man twenty years her senior, whose life-long ambition was to stretch the disability check far enough to keep the two of them sufficiently drugged out of their minds.

(Maybe an old, trashy single-wide trailer looks like Cinderella's palace in that state of mind.)

When everyone else was stressing out about Y2K, she was conceiving a child. The lifestyle did not change after he was born.

She was visited by the same system in the same county that had taken her in years earlier. She was warned that she would be visited again a few weeks later. If there was any evidence of drug use, she would lose her son.

Three weeks later she tested positive for crack. At 5'6" in height, she weighed in at less than 100 pounds. Thanks to extensive methamphetamine usage (and poor oral hygiene), she has no teeth.

Her son is almost four years old. He hasn't been potty-trained, he's never heard of ABC's, and judging from his porcelain white skin, he's never seen the light of day.

The past two days I've been calming irrational fears of the potty monster by day, making up excuses for wayward parents by night, and spending the moments after he falls asleep wondering where he'll be six months from now...

(...part of my chaos defined.)

posted by Key on 10:39 PM | Comments (12)
» Gut Rumbles links with: feral parents

I'd tell you what I would like to do to the parents but then I would sound dangerous.

When you hug that child, you are making a difference. Really, truly, making a difference. You’re a good person.

Posted by: BeeBee at June 9, 2004 10:54 PM

Key is not a good person -- she is a SAINT!

Posted by: John at June 10, 2004 03:07 PM

People need a license to do anything but have kids. I am glad their are people like Key in the world to help.

Posted by: James Old Guy at June 10, 2004 03:18 PM

Thanks guys. The encouragement helps.

Don't nominate me for sainthood yet...

I'm only human, and eventually I will burn out, but for now - onward I go.

Major potty breakthrough last night! (The little guy earned himself a cupcake. Ah, bribery...)

Posted by: Key at June 10, 2004 03:47 PM

Oh, Key. You're breaking a cycle of abuse and neglect with love and compassion. God bless you.

Posted by: pam at June 10, 2004 04:09 PM

I'll be praying for your and for that poor child. You're both going to need it. Keep us posted, okay?

Posted by: Omnibus Driver at June 10, 2004 07:20 PM

Key, every time I begin to think the human race is beyond redemption, someone like you comes along to remind me that we are not all evil.

Just be sure you save some energy for yourself.

Posted by: Jack at June 11, 2004 07:17 AM

I linked over from the Hombre de Acido.

After reading this post, I have a great deal of admiration and respect for you. And I admire very few people.

Ummm, do you have a sister?

Posted by: rightisright at June 11, 2004 07:13 PM

Thank you.

Posted by: Peter at June 12, 2004 02:45 AM

One of the most rewarding things in life is to be of service to others.

May YOUR rewards be of epic proportions. If God is just it will be so.

Posted by: wes jackson at June 12, 2004 03:15 AM

it's stuff like this that makes me wonder why most people only want to adopt newborns... you can make such a difference in a kid's life. God bless you!

Posted by: Andrew at June 13, 2004 04:34 AM

"Ummm, do you have a sister"

Sorry dude, you have to get in line.

Good job Key, I'm sure this little tyke will remember you for the rest of his life no matter what happens from this point onward.

Posted by: Jesse at June 14, 2004 03:09 PM
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