” It’s not just me missing you. Everyone here on my side of the mirror remembers you face and your infectious smile. The friends you had are still your friends. Family too is always here loving you, still rooting for you, wishing you well and wishing you back into our lives.”
© L.D 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
A touching song written by a relative of one of our PMA International leaders for her children and for all the children and protective moms suffering from family court corruption. Enjoy!
Listen to the children – written by Steven Davis & performed by Randy Stockemer
Some of the Things Your Real Mommy Loves About You, but Not All
Sunday, August 10, 2014, Day # 801 Without You, May This Message Find You My Little Love… Mommy’s Sunflower,
You used to giggle in your sleep, and that is how Mommy knew you were happy.
Mommy holding you, 6 mos. old, in front of church
1. All of Your Fantastic Smiles– mischievous (as in, “I just hid something so that you can’t find it, but I want you to find it”), sweet and angelic (like when you used to come and hug Mommy and pray with her or cuddle up and read with Mommy), thrilled and excited (while you clap your hands together and put them under your chin and giggle as if awaiting a Christmas present), wry (smirk as in, “Ha-ha, funny, but you didn’t fool me”), competitive (as in, “Mommy, I’m tired and can’t run anymore”…and then you sprint ahead and beat Mommy to the next mile-marker on the track), happy (as if enjoying a Happy Meal or playing troll under the bridge at the park with Mommy), the epiphany smile (as in, “Hey, I figured it out!”), Content, the Reciprocal Smile (smile back at someone smiling at you),….etc.;
2. The Way You Giggled in Your Sleep as a Baby and Then Talked In Your Sleep Just Like Mommy;
3. Your Sweet Little Laugh that I/Mommy could just bottle-up and sell with a pretty bow around it;
4. Your Spirit;
5. Your Comedy;
6. Your Wit and Sense of Humor;
7. Your intelligence, giftedness;
8. Your joie de vie, the joy of life, our happiness;
9. Your Adorable Little Face with the “apples” Mommy could just eat right out of those cute cheeks;
10. How you “stole Mommy’s eyes” and put them in yours;
11. The way you used to say, “Grr, Grr,” as a sign of affection in the morning or at night;
12. How You Used to Love to Snuggle with Mummy and Read at Bedtime;
13. Your endurance jogging and walking in Memorial Park and at Bear Creek Soccer Park with Mommy;
14. Your courage;
15. Your excitement when you got a new toy;
16. Your strength;
17. How Easy You Were to Please and How Easily Amused You Were;
18. How You Never Wanted to Leave Mommy, Just Like Mommy Never Wanted to Leave You for a Second;
19. Holding You as a Little Baby;
20. Your Pictures;
21. Your Sweetness and Light from the Lord; and
22. Your Bear Hugs and Kisses;
23. Your Helpfulness;
24. Your practical common sense;
25. Your well-rounded talents and how you were good at everything you tried;
26. Your Creativity and Imagination;
27. How Good You are at Memory Game;
28. Playing Operation, Hungry, Hungry Hippos, and Bingo and Boggle with You;
29. Taking Care of You When You Were Sick;
30. Shopping for You;
31. How special and unique you are, your Brilliance;
32. Your fascination with nature as a little child;
33. Your Determination;
34. Your Boldness Combined With Your Humility and Unpredictable Caution;
35. The Way You Loved Your Daddy and Mommy; and of course,
36. Watching You Sleep.
But this is just a short list, for Mommy will always love everything about you, and I will always be here for you as long at the Lord lets me. You should remember this every time you see a beautiful, bright, mysterious moon, a pretty sunflower, when you hold a good book, when you go swimming at the pool, go to the park, put a sticker on your hand like Mommy used to do so that you knew she was thinking about you whenever you looked at it at pre-school, whenever you ace a spelling test on Fridays, whenever you see a pretty bird take flight in the sky, know that Mommy is near like a Momma bird is never far from her nest of babies, even when she has to go and forage for food to bring back to them.
I love you, my little angel! I miss you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Another first day of school is almost here for you–the third one in a-row (all of them) that they have kept you away from your Mommy. My heart breaks thinking about this. I do hope you are happy, my love, but I also hope you never stop thinking about your real Mommy and coming home as soon as possible. You can always come home. “Home is where the heart is.”
Sweetheart, my only “child,” my son, you are a rare gem, a jewel that sparkles like no other will ever sparkle for your Mummy. You are truly one in a million, and cannot and will not be replaced in my heart. Again, I will see you in my dreams, if I am lucky.
Your real mummy, unconditionally, no matter what, forever
© F.C.F 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
I remember how you’d help me stretch for gymnastics class, and how we would exercise to the silly Richard Simmons video. We would laugh so hard we could barely finish.
Thank you for your support and mostly for keeping me safe.
I love you so much!
© Donna 2015 Love Letters To Our Children
Long ago, child, do you remember still?
When I was a good mother and we made s’mores
You stabbed each marshmallow, dead-center,
Always careful to get it just right, delighting in your skill.
I can still smell those nights, all damp wood and sugar on fire
You couldn’t resist the urge to watch them burn
And hold them, torch-triumphant, in upraised fists of glory
I loved to watch you waving them like power
Your face clenched in victory over the elements of life
A simple bag of sugar can make us into gods
But finally, hungry and ready, you placed your fate into my hands
And asked for golden brown with full faith.
You knew, you knew that I was patient, capable and kind
So I took my time, spinning and spinning over glowing embers
While you watched like it was church, silent and still
And when it was finally perfect like the night
You kept vigil as I slid it so carefully, golden and plump
Between graham cracker and chocolate, slowly like a prayer
And when I delivered it safely into your waiting hands
You knew that it was never just about giving you dessert
~ © L.D 2014 Love Letters To our Children
If I could do it all over again,
I would do things so differently.
I would know that to be a good role model, I first and foremost need to value and respect the woman I am.
I would not teach you to color inside the lines.
I would worry less about money, and more about freedom.
I would live within our means.
I would be more honest with myself so I could be more honest with you.
I would never tell you “shhhhh” in the middle of the day again.
I would recognize the value of my heart so you could know the value of yours.
I would know that I couldn’t meet your needs if I didn’t meet my own.
I would work harder. And smarter.
I would listen to my gut more.
I would listen to you more.
Perhaps, if nothing else, I’ve taught you that you can’t do it over again.
I hope one day you can forgive me for my mistakes — especially the ones that seem so obvious — and know that I’ve always loved you and did the best I knew how.
© I.P 2014 Love Letters To Our Children