Mother/Son Relationship

I have been blessed!  I can not say this enough.  Tonight was one of those moments that I am reminded of how fortunate I am.

I go through bouts of insomnia.  Last night (Sunday into Monday) I went to bed at 8:30 Monday morning.  Two hours after my husband left for the airport.  I tried to sleep Sunday night but sleep was an elusive beast!  Today, Monday, was spent trying to get some sleep.  Phones were turned off.  Blinds were shut.  Eye mask was in place.  Shut brain off long enough to get some sleep.  Of course when I did wake I was still tired because now my routine was off.  I spent the day lounging.

My son got out of work around 6.  Instead of cooking I suggested we go out for dinner.  We decided to go to P.F. Changs.  This seems to be turning into “our place”.   It provides a nice place for us to catch up.  We each ordered a meal and then shared.  I heard about his day.  About the difficult customer that could not understand unless he wanted to attach a very long extension cord to his phone and/or his lap top he was not going to get service when he took his boat out.  We laughed about some of the funny comments an elderly woman made while my son worked on her cell phone.  Our topics went from our day to day operations to “What would you do if you won the lottery?” and everything in between.

Maybe because I am tired but I feel reflective…blessed…that I have the relationship I do with my son.  We spent almost 3 hours eating, laughing and talking.  I wish everyone had this kind of connection with their child.  I was lucky, am lucky, to have it with my parents.  I like my parents.  I liked my parents when I was a teenager and was not supposed to like them!  LOL

I am grateful that it carried on to the next generation.  I enjoy knowing the man my son has become.  He is well versed, intelligent, funny and thoughtful.  When I had surgery in July my husband was only able to take a week off from work.  Our son has had to pick up the slack from my being down.  He has had to take me to my therapy and doctors appointments.  He truly turned into my left hand!

I will finish with what I started with “I have been blessed”.

Good night (Lord willing) LOL


Adoption Anniversary

November 1 is a special day for me.  It was the day that the man I call Dad legally became my Dad!  At the time he had been married to my mother for about 4 years.  I vaguely remember the conversation of adoption as it took place around me.  I am not sure I completely understood what it all meant.

My two older sisters were already out of the house so they were not interested in being adopted.  My brother wanted to have Dad adopt him but he had signed all the paperwork to join the Navy.  His recruiter said it would be a nightmare to change everything.  However, all of my siblings felt it was a great idea for me to be adopted.

As I write this something stands out.  All four of us kids were asked if we wanted to be adopted.  The older kids were asked how they felt about me being adopted.  We were raised to have opinions on our lives.  We were raised discussing things that affected us as a family.  Now it was always very clear my parents, mostly my mother, were in charge.  But, we did have the chance to voice our thoughts.

All of us kids still saw our biological father.  When he had time for us. At one point my mother, Dad, my biological father and I all got together to talk.  I mention this because I believe it was at this point I understood how serious this was.  It was made clear that I could still see my biological father whenever I wanted.  I remember thinking how cool it was going to be to have two Dad’s!  Did not work out that way but let me assure you I came out of the deal on the right side!

Finally the day came where we had to go to before the judge.  We got dressed in our Sunday best.  I was warned to be on my best behavior!  Be polite, answer all questions honestly and afterwards we would go out for dinner.  Back then going out for dinner was a big deal and reserved for only the most special of occasions!  The judge asked me one question, that I remember.  I think I remember it because it just seemed so stupid.  “Do you want to be adopted?”  No dude I have just been stringing my parents along all this time.  I was bored with nothing to do so I thought hey self  let’s do something that will cost my family a lot of money, play with their emotions and then just before it is over say PSYCH!  I do remember thinking “Well DUH!”  But, I also had the vision of dinner out being yanked out from underneath me!  I answered politely and the rest is history!

One of the first photo’s that I remember.

This was taken several years later on a vacation to Mt. Rushmore.

My Parents

Small World

I am the youngest of 4 children.  I have two older sisters and one brother.  My brother drives an enclosed transport truck.  When someone has a vehicle the needs moved from one place to another they call him, he loads it into his truck and deliveries it for you.  He goes all over the country, from coast to coast!

Since Monday my husband and I have been in Augusta, GA.  My husband is working locally this week.  This morning about 5 minutes after he left for work he called me.  He said I should call my brother.  For a brief moment I thought something was wrong.  He then went on to say his truck is parked in the hotel parking lot across the street!  Say what?!?

By complete accident my brother got a hotel across from ours not even knowing we were here!  He thought we were still visiting people in Florida.  As I had lunch with him today we talked about what all we did last night. There were several times we almost bumped into each other!  We missed each other at dinner by two restaurants!  We almost went to where he ate and he almost went to where we decided to have dinner!

Moments like this are for the memory books.


My brothers truck from the driveway of where my husband and I are staying this week.