I decided to let the kids go spend a month one summer with their nanny and papa. This was a big step for me, because I didn't let my babies out of my sight. Now they would be a thousand miles away from me for a whole month. What was I thinking? On the plus side, Fred and I could spend some quality time together. My dad came and got them in June and was going to bring them back the first week of July. This gave them plenty of time to see their friends, visit with the rest of the family, and anything else they wanted to do.
Just like that, the house was quiet and the kids were gone for a month. What was I going to do? Why did I even let them go? I missed them so much! From the moment they left, until they got home. Fred and I was able to go to several places and spend quality time together. It was nice; but at the same time, I missed my babies.
A week before they were set to come back, Fred and I was out eating lunch when my mom called and told me the unthinkable. My mom told me she thought it would be best if Drea stayed with her and my dad. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I literally said, "What the hell do you mean, stay with you?" That's when she told me that Fred's youngest son Kraig had messed with Drea. She said Drea told her this, and she was scared to tell us. I was in shock! I told my mom that was more of a reason for my babies to come home. I then told my dad to go ahead and bring them home, which he did.
When the kids got there, all I could do was love on and hold Drea. I told her we'd get through this, and that I believed her. I didn't want her to ever second guess us believing her. That following Monday, I took her to the Children's Advocacy in Bonham, TX. They done a forensic interview, an exam, and had the police involved. I done everything I was supposed to. I was told by the doctor that examined her that she had never been penetrated. This was a huge relief for me. They did say something happened but they weren't sure what. This is when Drea started going to see a therapist. I was glad she had someone besides us to talk too. Sometimes it's easier to talk to someone else than it is to talk to your own parents. I wish I would have had someone to talk to when I was a child. Drea started opening up, and she seemed a lot happier. I was glad to see that my sunshine was shining again (I've always called her my Sunshine).
***A mothers love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path. {Agatha Christie}***
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You Just Think You Know Me
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