I'm the caseworker that stole your children
I watched you as we left court, and as your tears continually fell, another piece of me shattered. Although this is the outcome I wanted; this is what I came in and fought for, it’s still a loss. I still have to be the one that goes to your children and explain to them that they won’t see you anymore. I have to watch your child scream and cry and feel the confusion of no longer having a “mother”. I have to spend months watching them unravel, missing you, asking their caregiver questions that they may not have the answers to. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the days when I didn’t fight for you. I’m sorry for the times when I was too tired to call you back. I’m sorry for the weeks when I was too stressed to explain things to you. I’m sorry that I ever made you think I didn’t care. I’m sorry when I grew impatient with you and cut you off while you spoke. I’m sorry for the days when the overwhelming-ness of my job made me difficult to talk to. I’m sorry for the times when...