When my teenage son walked through our apartment door holding two newborn babies, my first reaction was disbelief. My life had already been shaped by hardship: a painful divorce, financial struggle, and the quiet responsibility of raising my son alone. I am Jennifer, a mother who thought she understood sacrifice, until that moment rewrote everything. My 16-year-old son Josh had always been gentle, hopeful, and far more emotionally aware than most boys his age. Still, nothing prepared me for the sight of him standing there, terrified yet determined, whispering that he “couldn’t leave them.” In that instant, fear collided with love, and I realized we were standing at the edge of a life-changing decision.Continue reading…
