Eulogy For Mother

My daughter, Kacie, is three years old. She is the light of my world. I would do anything for her as many mothers would. I long to be a stay at home mother but simply can’t afford to be. With my job, as a nurse, I make ends meet and satisfy all the needs of my daughter and myself.
It’s only me and her. My family has all either passed away or are no longer in touch with me. My heart hurts breaks a little everyday as I drop her off to daycare knowing that I’m the only one she has also. My daughter and I have a bond that I wish I could’ve had with my mother but she passed away when I was very young. On days like today I wish I had my mother. I received a letter in the mail from the police department. I sighed as opened the letter as I assumed that it had something to do with my
daughters father, who had been in and out of jail since Kacie was six months old. But it wasn’t. It was something that brought me to tears. It left me worrying about the safety of my daughter.
The letter stated that a mother from the same daycare Kacie went to everyday had reported to the police that her son had been sexually molested. Holding back tears, I called the police station. I had no clue what to do.
The police told me that two of the people working at the daycare have been questioned and the police are launching an investigation of the charges. They told me the daycare had been shut down until the investigation was over. I had to call into work because I didn’t have anywhere for Kacie to go.
I asked my daughter if she seen anything bad happening at her daycare. She told me a few stories, like someone taking someone else’s toys, but nothing like what I had been told by the police. I asked her if any of her teachers had touched her private parts. She told me no but I was still very worried about the situation.
The next day another mother from the daycare called me. She told me she asked her daughter questions similar to the ones I asked Kacie and that the police asked her to interview her child. She had to report to the police that her child told her she couldn’t tell what had happened because one of the teachers had told her not to.
The mother was a wreck. We had become somewhat friends as we dropped our kids off at the same everyday. I tried to comfort her but there isn’t much you can say ease the worry of something like this.
Immediately, after I got off the phone I went to my daughter. Holding back tears, I asked her once again if someone from daycare had been touching her inappropriately. She told once again told me no. I went on to ask her if someone had told her not to tell. I told her it was okay to tell mommy. It is hard to be serious with my three year old.
The police called me when they got more information. They told me that three out of the four teachers from Kacie’s daycare were charged sexualation molesting children. They weren’t finished investigating though. They asked to interview my daughter after I told them that she said nothing has happened.
How could I allow my three year old daughter to be questioned about something so serious by a complete stranger? How could I not bring these horrible people to justice by having my daughter questioned though? I decided it would be okay for them to interview Kacie if I could be there too.
We went to the station but the officer told me they would prefer to interview alone. I wasn’t a fan of this but Kacie took my hand and told me everything was going to be okay and then she started to walk back with the officer. This left me in tears. She is so strong. The officer came out asked to talk to me. I was nervous to hear what they had gathered after talking to my daughter. I felt like running back to the room to hug my baby. I was so scared for the information I was about to receive and I didn’t even know what it is yet. The officers face seemed to be holding in bad news. I could just feel the tension as he came closer. I was terrified that something awful had happened to my daughter and I hadn’t even expected anything. As he got closer to me I felt like I was going to puke. He told me the news. They found out that my daughter had not been molested but she had told them many other children that go to her daycare have been.
She told the officers everything her little mind could think of. The officer who interviewed her came out with her soon after that. They had given her a pink sucker, her favorite, for being such a big help. The interviewer told me that she is very mature for her age. She said was very smart and communicated very well for a child as young as she is. I am so proud of my daughter.
After we left the police department we went to the local ice cream shop. On the way there I asked Kacie why she didn’t tell me what she told the officers. She told me that she couldn’t tell me because she didn’t want to worry me or me sad. When we arrived to the ice cream shop she hopped out of her car seat and ran into the ice cream shop we always go to. She ordered the strawberry ice cream she always gets and mine too.
The news was on in the ice cream shop. As we sit there eating our ice cream, the story about the daycare came on the TV. The three people were charged and go to trial. I looked at my daughter as she was eating her ice cream and all I could think was I am so
proud.