Rising Above The System

(I wrote this to foster children who were in the Independent Living Skills Program in San Diego many years ago.  They were compiling some words of advice from former foster kids to put into their ILS booklets. I wanted to let them know that even though things may seem crazy right now, it will get better and many of the choices they make now will impact their futures.)





Rising Above The System


Being placed in the foster care system can be a very difficult and heart breaking experience. I was placed in the system by my mother when I was 2 1/2 years old. I was very young and very scared. I grew up knowing that my mother had dropped me off in some parking lot. Although I loved her, I was very angry. I felt as though I was no good, my own mother didn't even want me. I couldn't understand how anyone else could possibly care about me. I felt neglected, hurt, and worthless.
 
I moved many times throughout my 15 year stay in the system. I had 17 placements, not including the emergency placements. I was even adopted, but the family gave me up because I had poor bonding skills. I knew that I had a mom out there somewhere, and I did not want all of these strangers trying to be my parents, I didn't need them, besides they didn't really care about me, how could they? My own mother didn't want me! I knew that these people would end up throwing me out at the first sign of trouble from me. In fact, I got into trouble on purpose. It became a game to me, how long would it take for each new set of parents to kick me out.
 
Many of the homes I was placed in were not very nice. Abuse took place and we were treated like housekeepers. I did have a couple of good foster parents but I was so scared of everyone, I didn't want to get hurt so I pushed them away.  When I reached my teens, I was placed in yet another foster home.  I was so messed up and scared that I didn't realize just how special this foster mom really was. I treated her and her entire family like dirt for almost 2 years. I tried everything to get thrown out, but she would not give up on me like most of the others did. After a while I began to understand that I was important, and that even though I was told by many that foster children never succeed in life, I knew that I was "somebody". In fact, I saw my experiences in a whole new light. I used to feel sorry for myself because I was abused, molested, abandoned, and neglected. Now I felt strong. I had survived so much. I made it through. I was not weak. I wasn't going to let myself fail and turn around and blame society for all the horrible things that I had to endure. I conquered the system.





Everything Happens For A Reason


I believe that everything happens for a reason. You have the choice to turn your life experiences into positive strengths. Don't let yourself become a victim of the system!  You have to rise above all the chaos and gather the strength to save yourself from self-destruction. Your life is yours alone. If you choose to make decisions like using drugs or ditching school, you are only hurting yourself. You are allowing yourself to become a statistic. Prove to the others that foster kids can make a difference. Use your knowledge and experiences to help the children that are in the system now, and the others that will enter it in the future.





Destroy the Cycle of Abuse


In almost every family today, there is a cycle of abuse that has been passed down through the generations. This cycle is most likely the key reason why you are a foster child today. Your parents and their parents and so on, have been living the only way that they were taught, through the cycle of abuse. They have passed this down to you. You have a great opportunity right now while you are in foster care. You can step back and look at how you were raised, and ask yourself if this is how you want to raise your own children. Remember the abuse and the neglect?  Remember how hard it was on you and how empty you felt inside? No one would wish the experiences of an abused child on their own children. Learn from your parents' mistakes. You are so special and you have so much strength inside you. You have endured so much, more than most people have to go through in an entire lifetime. You have wisdom beyond your years, use it wisely. Don't let your future children suffer, destroy that cycle of abuse. Be the first in many generations to stand up and shout that you have had ENOUGH of this nonsense. Take that first step, break the chains of abuse for good.




You Are Not Alone


There are times that will always be a challenge ahead of you. It is a very tough road that you are taking and sometimes you may feel as though no one understands what you are going through. There are millions of foster children throughout the world. Don't be afraid to reach out and ask for help. I would like to be there for you if you need support, or a friend.  Please know that you can write me anytime.  



You Have A Story, Share it With Others



My outlook on life has changed by understanding that I determine my own fate. I now choose to say that I have been blessed to discover that my experiences have given me a gift, the gift to help others that are hurt and confused like I was. I feel good because I know that people listen to what I have to say, and after my speech, or hearing my story, they have a better understanding on how to foster their children.

I encourage you to write your story.  Write it down on paper and when you are done, read it. It will amaze you. Share it with others, they will respect you and learn from you. Send it to me, I'd love to read it! I hope you find the strength within yourself to rise above the system. In just a few years, you will be on your own.  No one will be there to tell you what to do.  Learn now, while you still have guidance. I wish you the best of luck on your journey through the foster care system. Remember that the system was built to help you, if you have any problems, don't be afraid to speak out.

 Let your voice be heard.

Pardon the dust

I'm sprucing up the joint..although I loved the clickable pillows in my previous header, I needed to declutter a bit. 

I'll have my tabs up and running soon!  I have the "home" button up as a tester to see if I like the look and feel of it.  Being creative is a huge outlet for me.  I hope to get all the features of this blog up and running soon so I can make myself comfy and resume journaling in the next week!

Jetsetter

This morning I realized it has been nearly a month since I posted here.  I have been enjoying the outdoors as weather permits.  It was a long long winter.  Now, between bouts of rain, the sun shines for a few moments and we are outside soaking it in. 


I've been working very hard to accomplish something that I should have accomplished a long long time ago.  I am almost to where I want to be and I couldn't be more excited and a little proud of my efforts!  Let's just say that I'm wiping out a major label that many foster kids get tagged with once they age out of the system. 


I'm also preparing to travel to Vegas once again as I have another dear cousin tying the knot there this weekend.


Needless to say, I come here when I need to unload the thoughts on my heart.  So, my absence just means that I am light hearted at the moment!


I hope you enjoy this upcoming Memorial Day weekend!

Inward Inventory

I've taken a wee break as I had a rough month in March, and then I was able to travel to visit family this month. 

It seems that the death of anyone you know, whether a family member, a co-worker, a friend, even people you only knew in passing...death in and of itself makes you pause and think.   I've been doing a lot of thinking and inward inventory.  I want so much to better my life, be a better person, teach my children compassion and humility.  I want so much to be the mother that I always yearned for and put a smile on my boys' faces whenever they think of me.

Most of all, I want so badly to be sure that when the day comes that I let out my last breath, I want to have lived a full life.  I want to have a family who is proud of me, and sons that have their hearts filled with loving memories of me.  I want my life not to go unnoticed.  I want to have made a difference and be remembered as someone who touched hearts.

The deepest reason for my pause is because I know death will happen for me one day.   Knowing that I have no way of choosing how or when, is a sobering thought.  Especially when someone I once loved as a mother passes away at a young age.  Even more so when that person died in a way that she never wanted to, leaving behind a son and a daughter who are wrestling with so much sadness.  It makes me pray that I never lose grasp of my blessings.  I pray hard that even though depression and addiction run so strongly in my family, that I will not succumb to either of those afflictions.  It is scary as I am left wondering, how did she get there, and could that happen to me?

Right now the answer to the first question will always be a mystery, but the answer to the second is it could, but it won't.  I won't let it.  I am fortunate enough to have my eyes wide open to the issues in our family and I am not afraid to seek help when I feel down or talk about my problems.  I have been lucky enough to escape any form of addiction.  I think my time in foster care has helped me to adapt to hardships in life as an adult, perhaps a little easier than someone who hasn't been faced with such hardships.  I tend to keep my glass half full as I know being pessimistic will only bring me down, hard.  I am well aware of my blessings, no matter how hard things may become, and my blessings are what keep me going each day. 

I've had a lot of loss over the past 8 years and I've learned that I have to let myself draw inward to grieve, to grasp and to be grateful. 

On another note, I am hoping to get my tabs up and running.  If you haven't noticed, you can click the pillows in the header and be taken to each page.  I am working on those pages (and on getting them not to open in a new window...grrr) and I've uploaded some photos on my photography page.  Next I'll be working on my "About" page.  Small changes to make my blog a bit more user friendly, so please pardon the dust around here! 

I'm praying the phrase "April showers brings May flowers..." rings true because it's still cold and wet and dreary here in Wisconsin.  Hoping to finally get some sunshine in the coming days!

Easter Lily



Easter Lily

Bursting through it's pod, a blossom is born. 
Her vibrance cannot be ignored.
She brings happiness, comfort and peace.
Her fragrance is alluring.
She brightens up the darkest of rooms.
She breathes new life into the coldest of spaces.

Time is her cruelest enemy.
The delicate blossom withers under the heavy weight of moments passed.
She longs to shine, but her radiance is a distant memory.

She curls around her center, enfolding her precious cargo as her world goes dark.
Her petals crumble to pieces as the breeze scatters her into the earth.

Time, though a cruel enemy, he is also a great teacher.
Those who listen to his lessons know not to take him for granted.
With time, all things heal. All things renew.
Time gives, but some forget that time also takes.
It is when time takes, that the heart is most receptive to how precious time is.

Bursting through it's pod, a blossom is born...

-Tamara Dawn
 



*The above photo and poem are my property and cannot be republished without my permission.*