Feliz Navidad and a couple of trumpy bears.

 This year, we celebrated on Christmas eve. We had our family meal. It was a Spanish theme, tamales, arroz con pollo, menudo, roasted corn, (it was boiled, but I choose to remember it as roasted), tacos, etc, etcetera, et cetera.

Now I’m chilling on the couch watching the kids graze. They eat, play and eat some more. I enjoy that.

 The gathering is light, missing a lot of people who’ve chosen to skip the event. I’m okay with it. Well, I have to be ‘cuz what else am I to do? They’re adults. Deep sigh.

 I’ve heard it said that abandonment is the mark of good parenting. I choose to believe that today and every day after. Parenting isn’t for the weak or gentle minded. My parenting career has been fraught with hellish events, sprinkled with some love and laughter. I’m uncertain as to whether I go back and do it again…. if I had to choose.

 Let me say, that parenting hurts your heart in ways you’d never believe or could ever be prepared for. Even after adoption there are times when I feel as if I’m just “foster people”. It something the sister of my chosen daughter used to say. “She not your mom. She’s just foster people.”

sigh

Well, this foster people is wanting to stop her from making what I believe is a huge mistake. He isn’t the one, but she has allowed herself to be manipulated and it all reminds me of when it happened to me and I want to wrap my arms around her and squeeze the idea out of her. But alas, we must all walk our own paths.

Thanks for listening. Thanks for the words of encouragement, they are much appreciated!

 Oh, and no one received a trumpy bear, it had been a threat, but I suppose they couldn’t find one for purchase.