Hey guys!!!
Before I start with chapter one of Pieces of me... I want everyone to know, family & friends that this is my story and how I was told. There may be some disagreement with some but please have some respect as this is MY life story. I also want to note that there will be explicit language and some sensitive topics. Now here is Jericka's real story.
I never knew much about the start of my parents relationship, or how did they meet everything I know was because either my adoptive mom ( Aunt ), siblings or family told me.
My parents names were James & Cynthia, they were born in New York City. They were born in the era of drugs and chaos. From what I know my mother dated my dad when he was 26 years old. In that time my mother was his first girlfriend and took his virginity away. He fell in love. My mother brought a beautiful little girl into the relationship which is my oldest sister E. I will not use there names because I want to protect there identity and also because I have not asked them for permission to include their names into my story. Together they had 5 children and I was the youngest. At this point my parents was heavy into drugs, all of us were positive tox babies. I was brought into the world on October 31,1989. I do not know how much I weighed or measured. My mother Cynthia took care of me til I was 3 months old. One day she came by to visit my grandmother, her mother, she asked my grandmother for $20 to get some chinese food and left to never return for me. My grandmother at the time was raising 3 of my siblings and my father's mother was raising my sister. Disappointment fell upon my family because now another child was left behind due to her addiction. My grandmother had to many of us and the administration of children services asked her if she would take me in but they would not pay her for my care, and she refused to take me but held onto me til placement would come into place. She contacted my father's mother and asked her if she would take me and she said she couldn't because she had my sister A and her health wasn't great, but she quickly remembered that her only daughter Rosemary couldn't have children and would possibly take me. My grandmother proceeded to call her daughter and begged her to please take me or else I would get lost in the foster care system, she was kind of reluctant at first because she had a great job and was living life in her flirty thirties. But guess what she decided to take me. My aunt Rosemary came and got me and I once again had a mother. ( Now when I refer to her now I will say mom and if I'm talking about my biological mother I'll say mommy cindy ) Mom told me I was the fattest and cutest little baby she ever seen but when she first took me in I had bad withdraws meaning shakes and crying because my little body missed the drugs that my bio mother used to take...anyway it took her about three months before she fell in love with me and her maternal instincts kicked in. In pictures I saw how beautiful she dressed me and I could see the love she had for me...
My thoughts:
As I sit here and think about the story that I was told I can genuinely say that I'm no longer upset or hurt about the situation. If u would've asked me years ago how I felt I would've told you I was hurt, angry confused. But now as a mother and a woman I can say that I forgive my biological mother cindy for leaving me. Many do not understand that addiction is a illness and she did what she thought was right and wanted me to have a better life, now how she went about it was wrong but we are all human and we make mistakes and I'm aware of that. What she should've done was get help and get her children back but wouldve, could've or should've don't matter because it's in the past and it happened. Now many will ask how I feel about my grandmother Ana after she refused to take me because of a check but I know there is more to that she had my 3 siblings and 2 other foster children I believe and that was going to be to much for her. I was hurt but I got over it because thanks to her I had a wonderful mom and was raised fairly well...There is times that I do wonder how life would've been if I would have stood with my bio mom and honestly I would have been a complete mess.
Now for tomorrow's blog I will be going into my life from 1 to 5 years old. Alot to tell and more that explains the real me so stay tuned. Love you all and thank you for reading today's chapter feel free to leave comments. X0x0X0x0X
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