Description Of My First Mother's Day

My First Mother’s Day
I stood with pride as the youth passed out the mother’s day plant at the end of Sacrament meeting. It was my right to accept this small token and I was delighted it was finally my turn. All I had ever wanted was to have children. I felt that my husband Travis and I, had done everything we should. We had been married in the temple, active in church and serving in our callings, paid our tithing, and even served our time in the nursery on several occasions. It had been almost a decade since we had been sealed together for “time and all eternity” and told to “go forth, multiply and replenish the earth.” We both yearned to have children in our lives, and could not understand why our prayers had not been answered or why we were …show more content…
My heart skipped a couple beats. Was this the call we had been waiting for? I was afraid to answer. Travis and I had been working on getting set up with Children’s Bureau, a private foster care and adoption agency, to help facilitate the adoption of a foster child. We had been jumping through all their hoops; like taking parenting classes, getting background checks, preparing for our home study, and even requesting reference letters. We had been working on the process for at least a year and felt that there may not ever be a match made for us. However, this call turned our world upside down and sent our hearts soaring. The social workers had made a …show more content…
He had just talked to the social workers and the news was bad. The children’s lawyer had convinced the judge to place a “do not remove” order on the children; they had to be returned to their previous foster family immediately. How could this be? I begged, pleaded, and prayed, there must be a mistake. We desperately wanted to be a family, so how could this be happening? With much sorrow and very little talking in the car, we returned Alexandrea and Matthew the next day. We still had hope that our family would be reunited and we would be together again. We promised the children that we were doing everything we could to work this out; we wrote letters, signed petitions, and even met with court appointed psychologists. We fasted, prayed often and attended the temple in hopes that the Lord could help us understand this trial. As we traded weekends with their foster parents it felt as if the children were dealing with divorced parents, along with having to be in foster-care. After a month or two, I could not make them continue this way. The social workers did not have any answers and it did not look like there would be a reversal of the judge’s order. For some reason, the lawyer and the court felt Alexandrea and Matthew were better off in Ontario, CA rather than in a small rural town where it is safe to walk down the street, there is only one class per grade in the elementary school, and there are