MUSINGS

I’ve had a few things on my mind but due to my crazy, never-a-day off work schedule, I really did not have time to formulate it in my head and write it to paper. I am not how sure if I have formulated it in my head very well, but I will put it in writing anyway…

This week of Mother’s Day was one emotional roller coaster. I really can’t give the lack of my daughter here with me this Mother’s Day as the reason, because it was not. I knew that this year I would still be in the waiting game part of this Wonderful World of International Adoption. I did not expect to be considered a MOTHER by people who do not belong to this group we know as the BLOGGER waiting families. My main reason for all this emotion is I am wiped out physically, emotionally, and my house and yard is a disaster. I am not saying this to have ya’ll feel sorry for me but to understand my joy of the happenings of this weekend.


Understanding my Dad....

I have not talked about this situation with my Dad on this site, but in real life I have mentioned it. First my parents are really pretty wonderful…. But the reality of it is I have had the normal growing pain issues with them like everyone else. My Dad can be hair pulling FRUSTRATING!!!! My Mom can drive me beyond insane irritation….. If my siblings actually read my blog, they can attest to this….

My Dad’s reaction to my adopting was very hurtful. Normally if he is presented with a new thought, he goes into BRAIN CRAMP mode and his initial reaction is negative. I have learned that after a few days of brain cramp, he usually figures it out and relaxes about the new idea. This time the new idea of me adopting with me being single and at a ripe age of 48 was beyond something he could even deal with. He is not a Father Knows Best kind of dad with all the close introspective conversation and advice. He is the FUN dad. So every time the adoption was brought up in conversation, he would purse his lips and not speak a word about it to the point of causing me sorrow. He had plenty of opinion of concern he share with my Mom, but to me he said literally NOTHING. After quite a period of time, he finally has come around. Now he tells family and friends as well as random people in the Mall who just happen to be Asian.

To the point now….

Last Friday I was beat. I came home from working and just wanted to go on a little nature hike with Mesa. As I am pulling up to my house my cell rings and it is my Dad who insists that he has to bring me left over Costco roasted chicken for dinner. My parents live 30 miles away and so dropping off this chicken is not a quick drop off. I could not talk him out of coming and with great frustration I put my hike on hold and waited for him. What can be better than leftover Roasted Chicken???? Instead he enters the house with Red Roses and a greeting of “HAPPY MOTHER’S day to a PRE MOTHER”!!! What an amazing turn around from 6 months earlier!!!! I will say that he will be Tate’s biggest fan to the point of frustration with his insistent drop ins but it will be a welcome frustration as I know that Tate will love her Gramps!!!!

There is more to this weekend of JOY…. I need to go book some reservations and need to head out right now to the airport …. So tomorrow I will continue with my saga…..