Dear Layla,
Happy Sunday darling, you're not home today. You are not at your dad's either. Two days ago, you started at - I don't know what to call it - a care centre. Your sisters call it camp, but it's not.
"why aren't you normal, why are you like this so I have to take you there.... I don't have to but I did, and I am not ready......"
I've been dreading putting you into an outside care place since you were about 9 months old - you know, that time when I snapped out of my denial - that you were going to be my special needs baby.
"so much is coming up for me.. why am I not married - ugh. The thoughts are crazy, I wish you were home, all of your work makes my brain not go squirrel-y and it is right now, I'm going nuts"
You are only 11 and you are probably wondering where the hell I went, why have I abandoned you.
"I'm crying , I've been crying since Friday, and I don't want this to be your life, I don't want to have to give up on any of my babies, and I'm giving up on you"
I hope you are enjoying and relaxing and getting doted on (by a bunch of effing strangers that I don't even know". You're in a home. It's weird.
You've shaped my life over these past 11 years and I am not sure where to put this particular leg of our journey.
We are going to come and visit you tomorrow, Maya and Sabrina and I - maybe Julia. I've taken the week off to give myself some time to work through this transition of you getting outsourced. I know you are wondering where I am, SO AM I. I don't like this feeling of having to put you in a care home. UGH!
"make this stop, make yourself not be disabled, just make this go away"
It's Sunday, it's Father's Day. I haven't stopped crying in two days, and I just wish someone would wrap me up a warm blanket and cradle me. I'm jealous little dude, you got a team of caregivers to yourself - I just want a good human to grow old with (shoot me right now)
Believe me whoever is reading this, this is very hard for me.
Honey, we have so many amazing, loyal, generous and loving friends and family in our life - we are surrounded and supported but me your mum feels sad and very alone right now.
"Can someone just make me breakfast...."
That's it for now, baby girl, I'll see you tomorrow. I hope you are showing the caregivers your sass, your fire and your charm. Give it to them good - that you definitely don't need me for. I love you and I miss you so much
"I can take care of you fully and completely, I'll carry you forever honeybunny, I'll carry you til I'm dead"
- Mummy xox (Sunday June 20th.2020)