I no longer have to explain to no anyone. I’m not saying the mom did it, I don’t know who did it, but I know one thing for sure, it wasn’t me. I will say that until the day I die. I’m glad that part is over I don’t know how those bruises got on that baby, I wish I did, oh I wish I did. I want people to think about this, why would I hand a child over to its mother with scratches or whatever was on the baby, why would I do that? I want people to think about this, would I wait to do this once I had my dream job? I’ve been retired from daycare for over a year and I would lose a lovely grant that no one had received in this community, to beat up a baby and sacrifice everything I have? That makes no sense to me. Time went on, I lost my job, my house, my car, and I lost my kids and that was the worst four months. I wasn’t allowed to have any contact with them I wasn’t allowed to talk, text, speak, see or anything with my kids. I missed my son’s first day of Kindergarten, and I missed all three of their birthdays. I had written a letter to the judge on one of my daughters’ birthday to say I’m missing her birthday. I was being labeled a child abuser but now you have four other kids (my three plus my granddaughter) are now victims, how is this fair? If DHS would of came and took my kids from me, I would have at least got supervised visits. I was considered a child abuser, but DHS didn’t offer me any services. What kind of sense does that make? You are labeling me as a child abuser you put me on the child abuse registry, but you don’t offer me any services. I thought that was so cruel. As a mother, my kids’ school was right next to where I lived. I would see other people’s kids come out of school every day, and I had to deal with the fact that my kids were there, and I couldn’t see them. My son would cry everyday while he was with my dad for four months, and his teacher called me one day and said, “I don’t want to get all in your business you know I have seen the news, but I feel so bad that he cries every day”. She said she asked him why are you crying every day? He would tell his teacher, “I want my mom” “I miss my mom.” He was 5 at the time. He was in Kindergarten and he had never been out of my care except for the vacation he was on with his dads’ side of the family for that week. I felt like I was a bad mom because I didn’t get to explain anything to them. I followed everything by the book. I remember when I finally had a hearing about getting my kids back. My kids’ father had brought them to the hearing and he and my lawyers were like you can hug them, and I said. “no” I’m following everything to the book. I won’t hug them. There were three sheriffs and I wasn’t going to mess anything up I was going to wait. That day at the hearing they made it hard.
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