On January 17th we filed for emergency guardianship of our three nephews for the second time in their lives. At ages 5, 7 and 11, these young brothers have been moved around, pulled out of their homes and schools and transitioned over eleven different times. They’ve never had a stable, grounded home or anywhere to call home for too long of a time. They have never known their father, and their mother struggles with drug addiction. They have only known stability, safety and comfort once in their lives, when we and my parents first had guardianship of them.
When we first took emergency guardianship of these innocent boys, we pulled them out of a domestically violent and drug abused home. This was not a home for them, it was a scary place that they never wanted to go back to, screaming and crying before ever having to enter. They will never have to face that again. Escorted by police and with custody papers in my hand and my dad by my side with papers in his hands, we rescued those boys from that sad story. At that time they stayed in my parent’s home, as my fiancé, Byron, and I lived in a 500 square foot studio apartment. We all loved, cared and comforted them, and at the end of the night they had a warm bed waiting for them with their loving Nana and Papa.
After a year and a half of all of us taking care of these amazingly resilient kids, and their mother completing the programs she had to complete and having a year of sobriety, we released our guardianship back to her on September 19th 2013, in faith that she was ready to be a mother to them. Through the program she’d completed, the state provided her with a transitional home, where her three boys were able to reside with her.
Faith is a beautiful thing to have, but unfortunately after only a few months back with her children, she turned back toward drug abuse. On January 15th I received a call from the Department of Children and Families, prompting us to travel over the cape cod bridge immediately, to rescue the boys. So we got in the car, we picked them up and we brought them back to our small town, to our tiny 500 square foot studio apartment where our two cats awaited our return.
DCF told me that I had to file for Guardianship of the three boys again, or the state will take them, ship them off to foster homes and assured me that they would unfortunately have to separate all three of them because it is so hard to find a foster home for one child, let alone three. So as of January 17th, we are their Guardians once again, and forever. We will not let them be taken by the state to be separated from each other and from the only stable people in their lives who have never left them.
However, this time is different from the first. This time around, my parent’s health is not as well as it once was. They have the heart to care for their grandkids, but they do not have the health to take on three children again. So while my oldest nephew is living with my parents, this leaves Byron and I and our 500 square foot apartment, with our two cats - to make a home for the two other sweet boys. Since January 17th, four of us have been living in a 500 square foot apartment that seems to be getting smaller by the moment. Although this home is filled with so much love, it is not legal or safe for us to stay here.
At the time we gained back guardianship, Byron and I were also a part of an affordable housing lottery here in our small town. We had so much faith that we would be the winners of this lottery, especially due to our new and unexpected circumstances. Faith is a beautiful thing to have, but winning the house was just not in the cards for us. So here we are, still living in our 500 square foot studio apartment, the boys separated from living with their older brother for the time being. We do not make much money, but we’ve been able to come up with half of what we need to purchase a home in this sweet town that the boys have been in for most of their lives. Half is just not enough, though.
We have a very short amount of time to find a home for these children. DCF is aware of our living circumstance, and because they prefer the children to be with family, they are giving us some time to find a new, safe and stable home for the children. We do not have much time to find this home, and if we do not succeed in providing a home for these beautiful children then the state might take them and they will be separated from each other and from us. This breaks our hearts.
For most of these children’s lives, they’ve never known where to call home or if they’d be returning to it at the end of the day. We want to change that. We want to give them somewhere safe to call home. We want to give them a stable, happy and loving home. A home that they know they’ll be returning to at the end of the day. We want to give them somewhere to grow where they would be unconditionally loved by the only people that have always been there for them. The only thing keeping us from giving these three boys a good life that they deserve is the lack of money in our pockets and a house that is too far from our financial reach.
We do not have much, but we do have strong faith that we are destined to have a home for these boys. They say it takes a village to raise a family and that has never been truer until now. Faith is a very beautiful thing to have, and we know that with your help, our faith will see us through. We are reaching out and asking for any help at all. If you have five moments to spare to send your prayers our way, it will help us, it will make a difference. If you have five dollars to donate our way, it will help us; it will make a difference for all of us. We believe in miracles and we are in need of one now. We believe you can help us experience a miracle.