My Children

My oldest son is fourteen.. He lives with his Dad and Uncle and Grandparents. His name is Riley. He has a girlfriend. He’s going to a different school. My other children go to another school. Deandra is in grade two and Ryan is in grade eight. Riley is in grade nine, and for myself I am going to school and I like coming here because I like Reading and Writing and I want to learn.

My Foster Mom

I have a foster Mom and I have a birth Mother. I call my foster Mom “Mom” and my real Mother I call by her first name, Rhoda. First I lived with my grannie before I went to my foster Mom. I was about 15 then, and I was pregnant with my first daughter. My daughter and I lived with her for three years. She treated me like I was her own daughter and she treats my kids like her own grandchildren. We are still involved with her. I wish I could do something for her, because she was always there for me when I needed her.

Life

Life is rocky. It’s like the ocean, one day you’re up and sometimes you’re down. Your head is spinning round and round. You feel like going under but you’ve got to keep on trying. You feel breathless and feel tired, your arms get sore but you keep on fighting. You come up for air, breathe easier and you feel so much better, and then you remember you’re a mother. So no matter how hard it gets and you feel like giving up just look at your children who are right there beside you. You’ve got to hold on to them as long as you can because before you know it they are swimming alone without holding your hand.