Earlier this week I finished another TPR. Mother of ten children ranging from 3 to almost 16. All of them have some kind of behavioral problem and most of them have some kind of developmental disability. You can imagine that she might have been able to care for them, but the six year old had severe epilepsy and Mom dealt with that by shoving him into a closet so the other kids were not annoyed or disturbed. No one is going to adopt 9 kids with severe emotional and behavioral issues (the oldest chose long term foster care when his delinquency issues are completed).
What chance do these kids have for the kind of life that we really want for them? Who is going to rock them to sleep at night when the nightmares of abandonment and loss creep into their dreams? Who will offer mitigating understanding for the problems they have at school and later in life with the law? Who will be able to help them heal the tear in their psyche?
Or will we just want to toss them away into another festering prison someplace so that we can forget about our complicity in this? It took too long for us to make the decision that it was not working. What is the price our society then pays for our delay? Ask yourself next time you see something that makes you shudder and you rush home to your safe home.
Ask yourself, “Why?”
Who cares for our children? Do we as a society have a responsibility to give them the best?