As the little girl who wasn't protected, I am so grateful for the steps being taken to protect the other children in the home. On behalf of those children, I want to hug the parents and social workers and say thank you for stopping it while it is still impropriety before it becomes full fledged abuse. I want to hold the child affected by the actions and never let go.
As a parent, I ache for my friends. I can only imagine the pain of having to say goodbye to this child who has been part of their family and they were trying to adopt to make him forever a part of their family. I cry thinking of having to say goodbye to one child in order to protect another. I cry thinking about needing to protect the other.
As someone who loves this child dearly, I want to hug him tight. I want to make the wounds of the past better. We don't know what his past held, but based on some of his incidents, I would guarantee that he was exposed to some form of sexual inappropriateness. I want him to be free of this. I don't want to see him labeled as the bad guy. I don't want to see him grow up, never dealing with whatever it is that has gone on, or for him to become the attacker. I love him and I want the best for him. I love him and I want him to have a family who loves him as much as he has been loved by my friends.
And selfishly, I ache because the child we have to say goodbye to is my sons best friend. I don't want to have to tell him that his best friend is moving away but best friend's family is staying, that we will still see the family multiple times a week but the family will be minus his best friend. How do I explain this to my son? How do I tell him and not have him fearing that he will have to go live with a new family if he is naughty? How do I comfort my son when he has to hear that his best friend has moved away when this is the child I get asked DAILY if we can play with?
There are a lot of emotions going on inside me right now. I bounce back and forth among them. There is no good answer. It hurts. It hurts on so many different levels and in so many different ways. As I told Hubby yesterday, I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to walk through it, much less how to guide my children through it. And I'm scared.
**** to my dear friend, I remained as vague as possible, not sharing names or specifics. But if you read this and I have said more than I should legally or more than you are comfortable with, please let me know and I will delete this post. I had to process what I was feeling before it swept me away and this was the easiest outlet tonight. *****