I fail at many things. I don't cook. I don't do my husband's laundry. I don't make tons of money. I have a shopping habit. I can be selfish and immature. But there is one thing I know I am good at...I am outstanding at loving that little Mia. She makes it quite easy, but still..I love the heck out of her.
For those of you that don't know she has been living with John and I since the end of January. My sister continues to battle the demons of drug addiction. Mia hasn't seen her mother in 3 years. I can't imagine what kind of pain that little girl carries around. She tries to be so stoic.... Quietly wiping away her tears, telling me her eyes are just watering....asking me what kind of bus Mary rides, cause she looks for her on the public transportation buses. She asked me if her mommy was going to send her a birthday present. (she didn't) Have you ever had to explain to a 7 year old what the word "addicted" means? In the midst of this pain, she made straight A's on her report card, has made new friends at her new school, asks to do chores to earn money, says her please's and thank you's and her laughter is infectious.
I don't know how long she will be with us....but, I will continue to fight her fight. I hope she will always look back on her time in California and smile.
