He, She, They, We!

This is who my kid is (he). This is who I am (she). This is who our community is (they). We are all family (we)!

September 11, 2012 4:58 am

20 minutes with Trinity’s Mom

I have been blessed with the chance to work with new friends and wonderful kids in South Central once a month.  I wish I could do it more, but with a 4 year old and two jobs, it can be tough. But I am honored to be able to go as much as I can.  Recently, I was able to go do a special delivery of baby clothes, formula, and toys to someone’s house.  The week prior, Lexi, another volunteer, met this family and fell so in love with this baby that she wanted to bless her and her family with some baby stuff. 
 
Trinity’s mom invited us in and we were able to spend 20 minutes hearing her, getting a glimpse into her life.  I was so blessed and amazed at her life but probably not in the way that you might think.  She was open and honest.  She was vulnerable and brave.  She shared about her finances, her fear of driving and the fact that her mom is raising her older kids.  She shared about her brothers drug addiction, family members who have just abandoned their kids and other family members who are in jail.
 
While I left there filled with sadness, but I also left her home brimming with compassion.  I was so glad that she allowed me to hear her. I felt so blessed that she didn’t hold back but was just raw and authentic. I don’t know what I expected.  I know that she didn’t know we were coming by but she is allowed us a glimpse into her world and it’s changed me; rocked me to the core.
 
When we left her home and were walking back to the playground, I just wept.  My new friend just rubbed my arm and let me think about K and our life together.  I don’t know how I connected the two but it made me think of the foster care system, all the kids in the world who would love a home and a family, all my friends who would love to be parents and who aren’t/haven’t been able to.  And it made me think about this woman who is doing the best she can with what she has.  Thank you Trinity’s mom for being authentic.  Thank you for sharing some of the secrets in your life with me, a stranger