After years of watching me struggle with addiction and mental health issues, the father of my youngest daughter felt it was best to return to his homeland, England, and take our little girl with him. I had no knowledge of what had taken place until it was much too late…..needless to say, my world was crushed.
It was unclear in the beginning exactly where in the world, literally, they were….there were rumors: Greece? England? Although I had begun a new life of recovery, I tried to accept that I would never again see her or have a chance to repair the damage I had done. Guilt and inconsolable grief enveloped me, and very nearly drew me back into a life of “numbing the pain."
When a “tech savvy” friend decided to step in, everything changed! She helped me learn about and use the Internet, helping me locate my daughter’s grandparents’ address through public voting records from thousands of miles away. Eventually, this led to contact with my beautiful little girl and her father. That was 5 years ago...
I have been so blessed to watch my child grow, change, and live a wonderful and full life through cyberspace: email, Skype, social media all play a major role in our relationship. Words are cheap, but seeing our love and forgiveness, even through the computer screen, is a healing process that could not have happened without technology. Silly maybe, but kissing the camera and hugging our laptops at the end of Skype sessions is a ritual!
My trip to England a year ago was icing on the cake.....our arms around each other, the smell of my precious child lying next to me, her sweet accent when she calls me “Mummy.”