First of all: no one ever sends me letters except the IRS. So when Lorie (not her real name) took the time to send me a heartfelt message, I was grateful to her. And, I’m even more thankful she didn’t audit me or garnish my wages.
Without further ado; Lorie.
I know you from Facebook, you don’t know me, but I feel like I sort of know you. After reading your writings, I thought maybe you would like to hear my story. You might not even care about this, but it feels good to write it down anyway.
I got pregnant when I was sixteen. I am from a very religious town, and people did a lot of talking behind my back.
My young marriage didn’t last, because we were really young and stupid. And plus, a year after my daughter Chloe was born, we found out she was deaf. That’s when my husband bolted.
I dropped out of school and started working. My mom babysat Chloe in the daytime, and when I got home she went off to work the nightshift. I don’t know how she did it.
Even though I was all happy to have Chloe, it was hard not to feel like God was punishing me for my sins, I was so lonely, since none of my friends wanted anything to do with me. Honestly, my life has been wonderful and hard at the same time. Being a parent to a child with an impairment is very hard.
But I’m really writing all this because of my mom, because she is an incredible woman. If it wasn’t for her, the three of us wouldn’t even be a family at all. She’s Chloe’s guardian angel, and speaks better sign language than I do. She has always been there for me, never judged me, and she’s been like that from the beginning.
My daughter is lucky to actually have two moms, and I feel blessed knowing one of those moms is really mine. I know this isn’t a good story probably, but I thought I would share it with you anyway.
Dear Lorie, you’re dead wrong.
This is a good story.