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By "watched," I mean that I sat in an agency conference room at a table with the mother and her family as she signed the papers to relinquish her child to the state. There was no scene like you might expect -- the caseworker tearing the child from the mother's arms, the mother collapsing to the floor in hysterics as her child was carried away. No, the mother sobbed silently as she signed four copies of a series of papers that said that she would no longer have any rights whatsoever to her child.

As much as I've wanted this for the child, it was distressing to witness -- an event so packed with meaning, yet plagued with the familiar trivialities of buying a car or a house. The caseworker read each page out loud before allowing the mother to sign. After she signed, the mother slid the paper down the table for me and an agency employee to sign as witnesses. The notary sitting next to me then stamped and dated each page.

One of the pages had a place where the mother could write down any thoughts or sentiments for her child. She breathed deeply and then started to write. As her pen scratched across the page, she started to shudder and tears streamed down her face. Her mother, sitting next to her, put her arms around her and pressed her head into her daughter's hair as she wrote: "I love you very much and I never wanted to stop fighting for you."

Two signatures and a notary stamp later, it was done.

As the child's Court Appointed Special Advocate (CASA), I've been very involved with this family for the past year. Still, I felt like I was witnessing something intensely private, and as I signed and dated each page, I felt like my presence was a violent intrusion into one of the most sacred areas of family life.

The child, now 17 months old, was placed in foster care when he was 3 months old as the victim of violent abuse. While the mother was not accused of inflicting any injuries on the baby, she had failed to protect him. She didn't take him to the hospital when he was injured, and when Child Protective Services finally got involved, the baby had complete or partially healed bone fractures throughout his body. He also had a scar on his leg from a cigarette burn. His injuries were so severe that, for his first three weeks in foster care, he was carried horizontally on a pillow.

Last summer, after spending some time in jail awaiting trial, the mother had pleaded guilty to failing to protect her child, and received lifetime probation and a no contact order. After months of struggle in juvenile court, she finally decided that it would be best for the baby, whom she hadn't seen in over a year, to relinquish her rights. Her own mother, the baby's maternal grandmother, had been refused by the state for placement of the child, due to a long history of failing to protect her own kids from abuse and neglect.

At some point, it must have become clear to the mother that to fight any longer would only keep the child in foster care so long that he might never be adopted.

After the mother signed the consent papers, she had a final visit with the baby. The state requested special permission from the mother's probation officer to allow the visit, since the no-contact order was still in place.

I carried the baby into the conference room and put him on the floor. He was clutching a sippy cup full of milk and looked around at all the people, eyes wide. In addition to her own mother, the mother had brought her new husband and her teenage brother and sister. The baby looked from face to face and then shuffled back to me. I gave his mother a bag of Cheez-Its, and she tore it open. The baby hesitantly walked over to her, got a Cheez-It and returned to me. The grandmother reached for a large Toys "R" Us bag behind her. "Look here! See what I have?" She pulled out a Fisher-Price tricycle. Tempted, the baby toddled over to her.

His mother observed him cautiously at first, reaching out to stroke his hair as he toddled by, straightening his sweatshirt when it rode up on his stomach. She asked questions about his health, and his grandmother asked whether he was talking yet. The next hour was filled with more gifts, occasional shyness, laughter and baby babble. At one point, the baby fed each of us a Cheez-It.

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