I know its petty. I know it. But with the amount of tears I've wiped from their faces over the last two years I felt giddy in the knowledge that the cake their mom got for Gabby's birthday they hated and the cake I got they loved.
Sometimes while the state, the system, the kids, are reminding me I'm not their "real" Mom, moments like that vindicate me. I AM their Mom. I know the million little things about their daily lives that make up their childhood. Which kid likes bare feet. Which kid would crawl through glass to get a slice of watermelon. Which kid hates olives. And what kind of cake they prefer.
This is a hard road at times. I have to take a moment and be grateful for the things that no one can take away. Like the moment that Gabby raved about the simple cake I got her. Or when she hugged me after reading the purple and gold card I picked out. Or the kiss Jelly Bean have me after we finished her science project.
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I'm with you. We know them, they don't. End of story. Glad they liked their cake. :)
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