Hungry little girl
I have ALWAYS said that one day, I’ll adopt a little girl. That’s my standard answer when someone asks me if we’ll try just one last time for a girl.
Tonight while eating in our kitchen at Wimpy one of the waitresses asked that same question again. I gave my standard answer. We then continued talking about a friend of mine who might be adopting a little 6 year old girl. We chatted for a while and then we left.
We were almost at the car when one of the waitresses came walking towards me and asked if she could quickly talk to me. Immediate tears for her….I knew what was coming.
She’s a single mom. Very VERY sweet girl. I never even knew that she’s a mom. She has a little girl that goes to sleep hungry many nights. More tears. She sometimes has to sleep at the creche’ because her mom works late hours like tonight. She is desperately afraid of welfare taking her little girl. Yet, she is realistic enough to know that she can’t keep on like this.
Wow. Lots of tears from me. I asked her what she would like me to do. She cried cried and cried some more and asked me to give her daughter a home. That she doesn’t want to give her away but she needs to give her a home.
Oh word. More tears. For that little girl with no stability or full tummy and for her mom with a heart full of love but empty wallet.
What do I do? Do I get involved? Put my heart out there and know that I’m just giving the little girl a home and stability but not a mom? Can I do that? Not be the mom? Can I not get involved? Just say ‘good luck with that’ and turn the other way? That’s just not like me.
My heart is sore for that girl and her mom.