My Favorite Mistake by Elizah Gifford

I never thought anything like this would happen! I mean, I didn’t want it to but I knew it was right. I was so angry but now I’m so proud.

My favorite mistake is going into foster/proctor care. I got taken away from my mom in June 2012. Ayden and I were put into my dad’s house under state’s supervision. I wasn’t particularly happy about that. My mom had made me believe that I needed to resent my dad at the time, so I did.

 I was smoking and drinking then. I never really took care of Ayden. I tended to pawn him off to my step mom or my friends. I was on probation for smoking cigarettes and I broke my probation. I got put into foster care January 31, 2013. My dad was the one who put me into foster care because he saw that I needed help he couldn’t give me.

 The foster house I was put into was just a couple blocks away from my dad’s house. The first day I arrived there, I immediately felt like my foster parents didn’t like me. I cried to my dad begging him to change his mind. I was really upset that he put me into foster care. I started off at my foster house on a rough start. The third day I got there I got my phone taken away for crying over the phone to my step mom. I freaked out on my foster mom so bad that my therapist at the time had to come to my house to calm me down. They gave it back to me though, because my therapist suggested they do that for safety reasons.

 My foster family and I fought all the time! I was never even allowed to go outside unless I was at my dad’s or going to school. They ended up taking my phone for good because I wasn’t letting the punishments affect me anymore. I decided to buy another phone but they found it. They put me on underground. I was doing really well for the first few days of underground. The only thing that bothered me was that I wasn’t allowed to see my family or talk to my foster mom’s family while on underground.

 On a rainy Sunday afternoon they wanted me to go outside to pull weeds. I told them no, and that I would do it once it stopped raining. They told me if I didn’t that I would be in contempt of court. I explained that I didn’t care and they said that they knew I didn’t and they didn’t either because they thought Ayden would be a lot happier and better off without me. I yelled back that at least I could have kids and didn’t have to adopt. I stormed into my room, slamming the door in my foster mom’s face.

 I ended up going to vantage point for three weeks and I only saw Ayden three times. My grades in school were dropping too. I was so happy when they found a proctor home for Ayden and I. Ever since then, I have been doing so well. I got on some meds to help me cope with my bipolar and other problems I had. I finally got a no contact order against my mom. My relationship with my dad flourished and I’m almost ready to go home. I am on the right track to graduate early and I take care of Ayden on my own now. This is why foster/proctor care was and still is my favorite mistake.