Hestia's Homeschool

My father, with whom I have not had much of a relationship at all since I left home as a teen, sent me a terse email today about having things that need to be resolved.  Part of me is eager to see just what he wants to resolve. The other part is weary. This has been :::whining::: a rough few weeks, with the miscarriage of Peyton, the basement flooding, my mother and brother wanting to move in with me, the kitten and starling and Phil MCrackin dying, Mrs. Cahalan dying, Mandy having strep throat, my sister writing and telling me that Ashley's baby is too small because she smokes and that they are going to induce her labor and take the baby prematurely, Mandy having mono...and Shelby threw up in my hair last night.  I am a strong, resilient person, but I feel a little worn out right now.  I am not up to any more melodrama.

On the other hand, my daughters are very excited that they may have a grandfather again. They were very happy to have my father and his wife in their lives a few years ago for one short year...and then he just inexplicably disappeared again, not returning calls or letters or emails. I was pregnant with Shelby and on bed rest, my husband's father was dying (and died). The girls were so hurt and crushed that my father and his wife just...disappeared...right at a time when they were particularly needy..several months later I got a letter from my sister saying she had chosen to share some things with him. What exactly she said I am not sure, but whatever it was caused a major ice storm. I wish he had asked to "resolve these issues" with me THEN to find out what was going on, instead of hurting my children. Particularly Mandy, since she has adoption/abandonment issues.  Around Christmas Mandy wrote them a letter, expressing her pain and loss. I am proud of that kid. She is not one to swallow her feelings or refuse to confront things.

I don't write a lot about adoption in these pages...um..entries, but I did adopt my Mandy Mae--my first living child-- when she was only 16 months old. Mandy is the biological niece of good friends of ours. When her birthmother died and her birthfather decided he could not parent the five children, I went over and saw Mandy. I fell in love right  away. When her aunt called me and asked if I wanted to adopt "the baby" I didn't even ask my husband, who was out playing raquetball with another friend of ours. I went and brought her home. And that is how we became parents.  We have an open adoption--she still visits and sees lots of members of her extended birth family. In fact, her birth Uncle Russ was over today fixing the wiring on the side of the house. Russ is an electrician and a firefighter. A Cool Guy.

My family of origin is Not Exactly Functional and Close. Fortunately I had wonderful grandparents and great grandparents, unfortunately they are dead now. 

It will be interesting to see what happens.

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