With as many kids as I have I meet a lot of different friends. Some times I only meet the children of these families and only hear about their parents. Over the past few years D.D. has bought home a lot of kids. Kids that have quickly taken a liking to me. I was flattered at first. Usually teenagers do not like adults! Then a few of these kids began calling me “Mom”. Something I was not ready for. Lets face it on a bad day I don’t even want to hear my own kids call me mom.
At first I was told stories of how these kids don’t get along with their own mothers and feel close enough to me to call me mom. I’m an ear for them to listen when they feel they have no one else to turn to. I was them once. Knowing how they feel and what they’re going through makes it hard for me to turn them away. They should be at home with their own moms talking to them about their problems. Not me. But they can’t, so I do.
This past year proved to be the hardest for D.D.’s friends. A few of them were kicked out of their homes or threatened to be. Of course they turn to my daughter for help who then calls me from school upset looking for a “Yes, they can stay with us.” But that isn’t the case. I’d love to be able to take in every kid that needs help or feels lost and needs a home and a hug but realistically I can’t. Not right now. Maybe one day.
I know being a parent can get rough but what makes a parent not pay attention to their own child or get to the point they feel the only way is to kick them out if beyond me. Don’t get me wrong; I know kids can be little assholes. I’ve seen it first hand but it’s on us as parents to deal with them in the right way.
I’m the first to let anyone know that I’m not a perfect mom but everyday I work my ass off to make sure my kids know they are loved and I’ll be damned if my kids ever feel the need to call someone else “Mom”. That’s a title I’ve worked too hard for and am not willing to give up so easily.