How ironic, I worked mostly w/ abused children, social services cases, and simply troubled kids. The world doesn't need troubled 3 year olds. But the world is full of hurt children. I don't work anymore, but I see my kids, they will always be mine, all 22. And some of the more severe cases, the children run and hug me, want me to hold them. I love my little ones and miss them terribly. One child inparticular , his mom kept him locked in the closet all day while she went to work. For 3 years he lived like this. When this child was found and someone else got custody he was terrified of people. His care taker came in crying and handed him to me and said here and left. I felt sorry for her for not knowing hat to do and I flet just as sorry for him and the hell he went threw. I carried that little fella for the first 5 days. He was afraid to get near the other kids. He was so frail and sick. I had to lay beside of him at nap, set w/ him at lunch, he didn't know how to eat most food. I loved that little boy and he would call me his other mama all the time. I see him from time to time on the school playground when I take my daughter to the school playground. He hugs me, and calls me miss mama. He's my little buddy. I hope he never ever remembers his early childhood when he gets older. He is one special little boy. So Big Mama is my name and my H can make fun of it for the wrong reasons if he likes. I am secure in that name. The worlds children need more mama's.

Well well I don't usually get carried away and off subject so badly, but I have learned to
never take back my words and feelings for they are mine. So my feeling reappear again.

Thank you squaw for helping me remember the good days. Good nite.