Raising Other Folk's Kids 1

The year of 1999 started out wild but I was never one to give up in the midst of turmoil nor adversity. I had to learn to persevere in the middle of bullshit early on in life and I was not going to let what I had to tackle defeat me. No not I! I do not care what a person decides to do in life, change jobs, change churches, move into a new house, take in and raise other folk's kids, there will always be something said negatively concerning what it is that person has put his or her hands to do. Always a negative word more so than a positive one. But in order to set the foundation that will ultimately rule and set the tone for the household, there has to be order. I saw there was a need for order in a place where order was such a far fetched concept. But it had to be done.

Even my children had lost sight of the foundation that I had been laying for then since before they were born into this world. I had to pull that back in, So much confusion can and will through us off of our game. And that is what had taken place. And I have always been the kind of person that had to have guidelines set in order to keep the foundation together. When we allow too much to come in between what we know to be right and that has worked for us in the pass, it is dangerous to allow those things that has worked up until that point to just dissipate. There are many consequences that will break out of nowhere. Dealing with those consequences can create other consequences on top of that, but holding on to what I have always known to be true to me has proven a positive practice and helped me to pull all that back in. Control is a fact that has to be established if anything is going to prove a workable concept or practice. And that is what needed to be reestablished and was the fact that I was on top of and in control of my situation.

Not many people could have survived the joining of several family units that belonged to one master family. And all living in crowded courters within the same house. This alone tried to pull me under as far as my nerves were concerned. Hell it is not easy and was not an easy task trying to raise other folk's kids on top of that raising your own kids. The tension had to be broken from effects of the stories that had been told to the children concerning me as their guardian. I had that to deal with. I had to deal with the fact that people had established in those kids that I was not their blood and did not have the right to tell them what to do. Oh My God...there was just too much going on. I had to deal with it or it was going to consume and deal with me. Allowing that would have been disaster. So I grabbed the situation through prayer and help from the Healer and Deliverer of my situation. Jesus was the name that I had to call on so much just to get through the day, but at the same time, I was instructed by the voice of God through His spirit to take control and do it with the authority that He had put in me to do. I obeyed and quickly.

There was an incident where I was cruelly tested by the second oldest niece. It was about a good month into the change and her mother being put out that the little girl wanted to start acting a fool. It was so cold outside and the snow had been falling all night and it was coming down fast. I did not get up to call them down so that they could get ready for school because the news said that the schools were closed. This little girl said that she wanted to go to school and that I was not her momma so I could not stop her from going to school. My blood started to boil. I had been taking care of that little ungrateful and hardheaded lil girl for months already and her mother did not foot one of my bills for anything that I had done for her and her siblings. So hearing those word made me snap. No I did not kill her but trust me she came close to getting knocked the hell out. Lord that...