The first five years

Theses little darlings have changed my life as I knew it ,see I have a wonderful son that is grown and rasing him compared to rasing them is certainly and totally different ,thirty years ago I rasied him as my parents rasied me, spare the rod spoil the child, as they say. he grew up well adjusted and a fine young man. but on my journey with these three children it  has been a struggle ,emotional, physically mentually in every since of the word.I have cried many tears over theses small children.I have watched them cry ,hurt ,their anger ,their need for love ,their need for acceptance. I have watched their little eyes light up from little thing from presents ,to new clothes.I have woke up in the middle of the night from screams that tore my heart out .I have watched them be so protective of each other ,bless their hearts they are so close .I have had to take nerve pills to keep from losing it when I hear them talk of the things that monster did to them.  for example: in the first time it snowed alot they looked out side and saw the snow and they started screaming and crying ,for the life of me I didn't know what was wrong, after calming them down they told the therapist and my self that the man that molested them(we call him M) well M took them out in the snow and packed their mouths and nose with so much snow they could not breath! and as more came out the more I would sit and cry ,God how could anyone abuse a small child! there is so much I could tell you, but thats not what is important what is important is how they are growing, loving and getting better every day!