For the past several days, I've been thankful for the young lady staying here.
She's the same age as my daughter.
Her name is similar to my middle daughter's name - they are just one letter apart. They were born just a few days apart.
It's melodic to call their names out together.
She's vegetarian. I used to be before I found out I was allergic to soy, peanuts and wheat.
She's Wiccan.
She's into science fiction.
She's an artist.
She's the perfect addition to our home.
She spent the past few days with her mother and step-father and her father and step-mother. She'd sleep here and then go off and hang out with them.
I thought they'd try to talk her into going back to live with her dad.
No, quite the opposite.
She's started to call me 'Mom.'
I didn't think it would make me cry.
I call her 'cutie.'
She is that and more.
One word.....
it's just one word.....
I don't even think my kids call me 'mom.'
Maybe they do and I never notice.
I don't know how to take it.
She said she likes having an adult around to talk to -and- that she likes having a place of her own.
I never thought I was giving her very much....just a room and a bathroom.
Maybe it's more than I realize.
My goal is to give her a safe place.
She is an amazing human being.
I can't go into a lot of detail -but- she's a beginning driver.
She's also a salesperson with a disarming smile.
When people get irritated with her on the road, or get upset she knocked on their door -
she'll smile and wave.
They don't know what to do next.
Her parents must've done something right. She's an amazing person. I feel blessed to know her.
I'd better enjoy the short amount of time we have together. It won't be long until she moves forward in life.
Love ya,
S.
She's the same age as my daughter.
Her name is similar to my middle daughter's name - they are just one letter apart. They were born just a few days apart.
It's melodic to call their names out together.
She's vegetarian. I used to be before I found out I was allergic to soy, peanuts and wheat.
She's Wiccan.
She's into science fiction.
She's an artist.
She's the perfect addition to our home.
She spent the past few days with her mother and step-father and her father and step-mother. She'd sleep here and then go off and hang out with them.
I thought they'd try to talk her into going back to live with her dad.
No, quite the opposite.
She's started to call me 'Mom.'
I didn't think it would make me cry.
I call her 'cutie.'
She is that and more.
One word.....
it's just one word.....
I don't even think my kids call me 'mom.'
Maybe they do and I never notice.
I don't know how to take it.
She said she likes having an adult around to talk to -and- that she likes having a place of her own.
I never thought I was giving her very much....just a room and a bathroom.
Maybe it's more than I realize.
My goal is to give her a safe place.
She is an amazing human being.
I can't go into a lot of detail -but- she's a beginning driver.
She's also a salesperson with a disarming smile.
When people get irritated with her on the road, or get upset she knocked on their door -
she'll smile and wave.
They don't know what to do next.
Her parents must've done something right. She's an amazing person. I feel blessed to know her.
I'd better enjoy the short amount of time we have together. It won't be long until she moves forward in life.
Love ya,
S.