After a week of cleaning my house (I wasn't going to have my kids taken away because of fur all over the carpet) and a million tears, our doorbell rang. My heart sank as I looked at her. Thin, short dark hair, older...kind of like what you think a penmanship teacher would look like...weird analogy I know, but she just seemed strict and really put together.
I asked if she would like something to drink and she requested coffee. I thought that was weird because how would she know if I put something in it...that sounds odd I know, but if I were her, I would want to open my own drink. Anyway, I made her a cup of fresh coffee in a cheery Christmas mug. Our house already smelled like cinnamon and warm vanilla since I had lit candles...you never know if your house has some weird smell...just wanted to cover my bases. Hate to lose my kids for a smell.
She pretty much started off with, "I don't think this happened over here." I think I had been holding my breath the entire time...I finally exhaled. Then it all came pouring out...it wasn't even tears, just streams flowing down my face. She showed us the pictures of the bruising and I couldn't believe it. That DEFINITELY did not happen over here.
We told her about how things came to be. About the affair, about how I am trying to be kind and reflect my Saviour, and how painful this whole event has been. I told her how I had been crying all week with the stress of this on my shoulders. She said I should have called and talked to her...did we get an awesome investigator or what? I told her of my concerns that the mother would keep doing this and she assured me that she would always be taking this case if that were to happen. Hallelujah!
She also told us that the little boys grandfather had flipped out and yelled at her while she was interviewing the mother. At that point she started to wonder were the bruising really was coming from. She told us she believed this was a custody issue and not to worry. She said she had really great instincts about people and that she didn't believe we had anything to do with this. She said she believed the mother did this for custody issues and as she got up to leave, she asked if I would like a hug. I exhaled a second time. I couldn't believe this was turning out so well...Thank you God!
When Chris closed the door behind her, he turned to me and I again burst out into tears (big suprise, I know!). But this time, it was a glorious moment of relief...its finally over and I can hug my kids and not wonder if its the last time. Am I dramatic or what?
Thanks again to everyone who prayed. It really meant a lot.