Come and gone. Jake came home and has already left. I took him to the airport on Monday. We celebrated his 21st birthday on Saturday with a BBQand 21 guests and 21 cupcakes. I scanned a bunch of photos for a slide show on the laptop, it was hit.
I think about when that little boy came to live with me he was 7 years old and his momma had just died. He never knew his father and though he was dead too. I raised him. He is a good kid, in college, kind, sweet, thoughtful and caring. Loves animals, his family and friends. Respects others, nature and me. I just wish I had more patience raising those kids. I think back on some of my impatience, it came from frustration, stress, grief and lack of understanding kids. But I need to not regret this. He is happy now, and that is what is important. He thanks me for pushing him in high school, even though at he time I was not as popular.
We shared some good meals, and time together. Played Wii and bought a Wii fit (more about that in another post), adopted two kittens and named them Tweet and Harvey Milk. Got the house painted, had words and cried together. it was a short 4 weeks. I miss him.
House painting is done. I will get some pictures up in the next few days.
Sounds like you had a great time together. Can’t wait to hear more about the Wii .. I’m thinking about getting one too.
Stay cool, and have a great weekend. D.
Sounds like a great visit. It takes a strong woman to raise children and even stronger to raise one she didn’t intend on raising.
Now I see house painting post; kitten post and Wii Fit post.
I’ll be checking back!
I know a few parents who have no regrets about their parenting. They are the ones who should be regretting. Give yourself credit. I think you were a wonderful mother. It’s easy to love one you gave birth to. It’s a lot harder if you didn’t. I know. One of my five was not my biological child. But she and I are really good now. And it’s a funny thing, people need parents all their lives. I really miss my mother and my aunt (my other mother), and here I am 77 years old.
Whenever we talk about my childhood, my mom cries. She is always so distressed because she feels like she wasn’t patient or understanding with me. I was always the slow and curious kid, the type who takes 20 minutes to put on socks or who brings a fire ant mound home with a shovel, you know? And it drove her crazy back then, and she yelled a lot. But you know, I barely remember all that. And I turned out just fine.
Don’t worry about the what-could-have-beens. It’s really hard to raise a kid, and everyone wings it. You don’t get practice runs or test flights. You just jump in and do the very best you can do. And I think you did!!
Your sister would have been really proud.
Kittens?! Must meet!
Wii Fit?! Must hear more about!
Looking forward to seeing you and him and the kittens and the house. A big hug to you. I had no patience either and seriously regret it.
Glad you had a good visit. Kittens? Yippee!