We Did It

I am always humbled when someone takes the time to ask me about my “kids.”  It’s long past due that I updated on the meeting with “the boy.”

It seems the older I get, the less smoothly my plans play out.  After a long 90 minute drive to the town near where he lives, I made a wrong turn and took sometime to realize I was heading to the last place he lived!, and added another 30 minutes to an already boring ride.  I re-routed and was on the correct road to his home.  Of course, I went right past the house and had to turn around to get back to him.  While feeling poorly for making him wait so long, I admit to a very warm feeling seeing him waiting on the porch of the house for us.

He had been up early that morning!  He’d showered, dressed and began waiting for us a good 4 hours before our arrival.  Turns out, he’d been waiting on that porch for no less than two hours watching and waiting.   I was glad he had roommates waiting with him.  One roommate was eager to see the boys mom and sister!

The boy got in the car with a huge smile on his face.  We battled heavy downpours enroute to our event.  Once we were all out of the car, many hugs ensued.  It felt wonderful!  Wonderful to hug my boy again.  Wonderful to have my two “”kids” with me at the same time again.

The event we attended was perfect.  We had a terrific tour of the fur trading post, albeit a wet one.  The guide was very knowledgeable, the new visitor center was enthralling and captivated us all.  Of course, the store was a highlight and the “kids” made sure they looked at every single item before deciding on their purchases.

From there, we went to a favorite place to eat.  A & W!  We don’t see many of those anymore so it was a great choice. We visited, teased, laughed and giggled. The boy and the girl fell right back into their sibling antics and the boy thought my friend and I made an “adorable couple.” So funny to have a child say that to me!

Now, here’s the big news.  The boy is “engaged.”  He and his girl have exchanged promise rings.  He assures me her mother adores him (I have no doubt of that!).  I am excited for him.  We all are.  They have been going together for 3 years.  I would be happy if he had someone to love him forever.  Here’s the catch.  There’s always a catch.  He’s still not working.  I was hopeful that an ensuing desire to be married would motivate him to be more financially motivated but to date, it has not.  He’s aware of the cost of a wedding, rent, groceries, utilities, etc.  The decision is his.  All his.  In 12 days, he will be 34 years old.  WAIT?  WHAT?  How can that be?  I’m not THAT old!  ha!

I digress, we took him home and left him with two totes of family photos, hugs and lots of love.  We’ve spoken since and we have light, nice conversations.  It feels right.

I learned some things about the “home” that frustrate me but I am choosing to move beyond them and to concentrate on re-building my little family.

Some have also asked how the girl is doing in her new home.  I am happy to say it’s a great fit!  She has wonderful staff caring for her, gets along very well with her roommates and her anxiety seems to be going way down.  I am so grateful.

Well, grateful for most of it.  She went and had her hair done the other day.  A few blonde highlights and few pink ones too.  It was a compromise as she wanted all pink!  We’ve done that before and I am so over the green, pink, blue, yellow, orange, purple, etc. hair.  I know, I’m old!  Anyway, she’s thrilled with it and so was I (for her) until I saw how much it cost.  I almost fell off my chair when I saw the check.  Are you ready for this? $155.90!!!!!  OMG!  I have never spent that much on my own hair!  We’ve had her hair colored before and it didn’t cost even half of that!  I’d like to say it was done in some fancy, smancy salon but it was a well known, walk in shop!

Once the shock wears off, I’ll realize it was worth it.  It was an experience for her.  She loves it and feels pretty.  She feel independent.

I’ve learned a lot over the last two years.  I’m going to work really hard not to sweat the small stuff.  Instead, I’m going to celebrate the choices my “kids” make as long as they don’t hurt anyone else.  Isn’t that what every parent does?

Shine On!

Jill

Author: jillymaddy

I'm a 50's something single mom of two special needs kids that I adore to the moon and back. This is my story of our highs and lows.

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