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This is my friend Suzanne and her son “J”. You may have seen her mentioned in this blog as Suzie Q. Last month I posted a blog asking for help because Suzanne hadn’t seen her son since April, and needed a hand from us to bring him home.
You all know I don’t monetize my site. No ads, no sponsors, no reviews for free stuff. This site is for me, for my thoughts, for my ranting. For my tears. I do this to practice my writing (still dreaming of being published… I need to catch up to the huz who has a slight lead on me!) And that’s how it will always be.
But then one night I had an incredibly sad conversation with my best friend Suzanne. (We have been friends ever since we met in the teen mom shelter in 1997) She had relocated from Rhode Island to Southern California for her job this past April, and made the decision to leave her youngest child with his paternal grandma while she set up housing and daycare, thinking that she would be ready to fly back and get him before summer set in.
It was a good plan. But Suzanne didn’t realize how expensive California is and had struggled all summer, living paycheck to paycheck, unable to scrape together extra money for tickets to go get her baby. I can’t imagine being separated from any of my children. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been. I wanted to help her, and I was hoping you (or someone you know) would be willing to help her too! So I set up a “chip in” account and overnight we had raised $232.08!
The near-instant support for Suzanne was amazing! MongooseTree generously offered a free necklace to anyone who donated $30 or more towards Suzanne’s tickets. And in less than 24 hours WE DID IT!!!!!
Suzanne was so excited she posted on my facebook page after so many people offered to help:
“Hi all, I’m the friend Joni is talking about…I just want to say, thank you all for your kind words and support…my life has been a nightmare the last five months living 3000 miles away from my baby. I dream about him most nights and in my dreams he’s with me and then I wake up…the first few moments after waking are horrible, that feeling realizing it was just a dream is sickening. I would have never left him if I knew it would be so difficult bringing him home. Thank you all for your support, now I know there are people out there who actually care. I can’t thank you all enough, even if you can’t help financially, because I know times are tough, trust me I know…even your words of advice and comfort mean a lot to me.”
She wrote me this email last night:
I just want to thank you and your readers for bringing my baby home! As you know, I flew back last weekend to pick him up. When I arrived at his grand parents house, I have to admit that not only was I excited but also nervous… I was unsure. How would he act towards me since we were apart for so long?
When I walked through the door, the first thing I heard was him screaming “mommy!” and he ran into my arms! I can’t even begin to explain how it felt holding him after all these months! Shortly after, we went back to the hotel and just chilled out for the rest of the night.
On our flight back he was such a good boy! People in rows around us remarked at how well behaved he was, especially for flying for the first time! When we finally arrived in CA he was reunited with his brother and sister, who were in tears.
Every day with him has been special. The simple things like giving him a bath or tucking him into bed are so special to me, I feel like a new mother again! So again, thank you! You have given me the greatest gift I could ever receive!
PS he LOVES California!