We didn't have Ian yet and AJ wasn't born, but here is our first photo. Abuse is not having a bath for days at a time and being locked in a bedroom. Eating out of the trash to eat the leftovers.

This was right after we got our son Ian. He was almost 1 year old. Only weighing 11 lbs. The average baby is born weighing 8-9 lbs. Abuse is also not being fed

This was right after we got our son Ian. He was almost 1 year old. Only weighing 11 lbs. The average baby is born weighing 8-9 lbs. Abuse is also not being fed

I am one of those that doesn’t read the “About Me” pages but I’m often asked why my support for Child Abuse awareness.
So, here is my “About Me” pages.

All through my life, I was raised by a very abusive mother with many abusive boyfriends and husbands. She blamed it on having me at such a young age and my dad leaving when I was only a year old. He committed suicide just after my 5th birthday because she told him I had a new daddy. Right after he died, she and her my new daddy broke up. I now, had no daddy.

As I quickly learned, that would not be the case. I’d always have a new daddy. Many of them. None were ever nice either.

As I got older I realized what type of situation I was being raised in. She was unable to show me the love that every child deserves. I was in and out of several foster homes.

When I realized what I wanted to be when I grew up, I knew I was going to adopt children just like me! I wanted to be a foster mom and help kids and give them a mom who understands their pain and suffering.

My husband and I became foster parents and later got a call about a sibling group of 6 and we became their foster parents. After a year of them in our home, we loved them so much and they loved us, that we adopted them. That was 2007. Since then my oldest daughter, whom at the time we started this venture was only 4, we went around spreading the meaning of Child Abuse. Many people don’t really understand what it is. They think of it as broken bones with a cast and bruises on an arm. Well.. what about the broken bones with no cast or the bruises on the inside. Or the broken heart and sole. Non one hears that child cry herself to sleep as she prays she’ll wake up to see her friends at school or get her next meal.

My mom was one of those that didn’t hit me much. No, not her! She couldn’t get her hands dirty so she let her boyfriends do it. She was that fun, flirtatious person that had the story that my daddy died and she was raising me on her own. She sure could make us look like that happy, loving home. Trust me, it was anything but that!

So, that’s why I promote and donate the proceeds from digital delivery to Child Abuse Awareness. In honor of all those kids out there like my kids and I. Whom are bruised on the inside and have a broken heart.

Next time you see a child being yelled at by a parent, watch, don’t walk away. Make sure that child is really okay. If you see a child sad, ask yourself, is she okay. You’d hate to hear about her on the news later that night. Not every unhappy, sad child that is being yelled at in the store is a bad child. Sometimes, they are looking for someone to notice that something isn’t right.