Liz Curtis Faria
The Scary Mommy
The Scary Mommy
It was
something about the phrasing that got to me. Something about the cadence of his
words, the staccato of his speech.
“Nobody
loves me. Not even my mother who gave birth to me.”
It is an odd
turn of phrase, isn’t it?
Not even my
mother who gave birth to me.
He was
buckled into the backseat of my Toyota, still too little to sit up front. At
seven he had already moved more times than the total number of years he had
been on the earth. And this time, like the times before it, he moved with his
belongings in a trash bag. A suitcase, at least, would have added a small
degree of dignity to the whole affair – to being “placed” in another and
another and yet another foster home before reaching the 3rd grade. Trash bags
break, you know. Trash bags can’t possibly support the contents of any life,
and certainly not a life as fragile as this.
They break
from the strain, eventually.
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November is
National Adoption Month. For information on adoption from the foster care
system, visit the Dave Thomas Foundation for Adoption.
About the
Author...
Liz Curtis
Faria spent much of the past decade as a social worker and photographer,
earning very little money but having the opportunity to travel widely and meet
many interesting people, including a drunk Canadian who cut her a mullet on a
dare. Now a full-time mom and blogger, Liz is continuing her quest to make no
money and spending her days wondering why her son so closely resembles a ham.
While many, many people call her Mother Earth, she finds that cumbersome.
Please just call her Liz. Liz blogs about the joy and ridiculousness that is
motherhood at the "hit blog" (her own words) A Mothership Down. You
can also find her on Facebook.
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