Tearing Me Up Inside

When I was a young boy, I could remember being torn away from my parents, so that I could go visit my biological mom in NYC. The pain I felt was strong, and at the time, I wished that I didn't have to go visit my biological mom. After awhile at my biological mom's house, I got used to being there, though I kept an ever watchful eye out for my foster parents.

Now, I keep thinking back about that time in my life, when I go to pick up my own children for their visitation with me. My 9 year old daughter cries because she has to come spend time with me, and this just tears me up inside, even though I know she doesn't understand the why's and how's. I hate that life is so hard on her, so early in life. I hope that these times will make my girls strong for the future.