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I am very happy to say to I am a fulfilled grandmother of six beautiful grandchildren. I was present for the first two births and they were the most amazing experiences of my life. It causes a special bond to form between two people to meet in such a way. To be the first person to hold my grandchild was a breathtaking experience. I have had years of joy with them all, but there have been times of sorrow and this I would like to share with you. How I have learned to cope with the temporary loss of a grandchild, and love of a daughter in my life.

I went to visit my daughter one day, and her common law husband. They had his two boys ages 6 and 8, and her son age 5 with them. We were in another room when we heard a lot of screaming and blaring noise. We checked it out and her husband had one of his boys taped up, hands and feet and mouth. He also had his pants pulled down around his ankles and had a Barbie between his legs to make it look like he was giving birth to it. I could not believe what I was witnessing. He was even taking pictures. I took my daughter aside and asked her to make him stop, and she told me to not get involved that it was just a game. We went into the other room, and in a short time there was more yelling and the other child was being abused in the same manner as the first one. I was shocked, and could not help but think how traumatized these children must be. He was also using peanut butter with the Barbie to get more effect. I again ask that she get him to stop. But to no avail. I was getting very upset. When he got his hands on my grandson, that was the last straw for me and I told her to go and get him that I was taking him with me. She did go out and put a stop to it, but told me that I could not take him with me because they had other plans. I just left then; I was so shaken by what I had seen.
I contemplated long and hard over this ordeal, speaking to those close to me about it for their opinion. I knew that by reporting it I stood the chance of losing my daughter, and my grandson. But deep in my heart I felt that I had to do what was right by the children no matter what the cost to me. That part couldn't matter. I had to help them, free them from the abuse they had been suffering. I had to relieve them of the torment of abuse. So, I did report it, and the children were taken into protective custody. His boys got to stay with their mother, and my daughter's son soon got to go and live with his other set of grandparents. As it went through the court system, my daughter's anger and resentment grew and she told our family that she never wanted anything to do with anyone of us ever again. That I was never to contact her in any way, shape or form. It breaks my heart on a daily basis, and I miss her dearly. But I know that I did the right thing by reporting what I saw. I know that I was out there that day for a reason, to save those children from suffering any longer. I would not change a thing if I had it to do over again. I would give up the love of my daughter if it meant that I would be saving the lives of three innocent young boys from the hands of that abusive monster. I pray each day that her heart will turn around, and I will wait as long as I can for her to come back to me. I have forgiven her for her anger and her part in any of this. I need my grandson to come back to me, I know that he is safe and he is loved where he is, and that is so important to me. But I need him in my life without causing any strife. Life is very mystifying; we must always make a stand for what is right and good, and take comfort in knowing we are accurate in doing so.

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