Family
There's more ways to build a family than through blood...
My girlfriend Bobbi advocates that after the age of 20 or so, we should be allowed to choose our family. Amen. I whole heartedly agree. Frankly, I have quite a bit more in common with these post-20 friends than I do with most of my extended biological family other than those I've spawned or the fella I married. But, in truth, I think this concept of my friend's originates far earlier in our lives.
Do you have a dear friend that you made in elementary or middle school that is still vital in your life today?
I do. We met in 6th grade. Our daughters who are several years apart in age have, in fact, bonded in the same manner. I would note that my girlfriend lived out of state for the first few years of her daughter's life, moving back to Ohio several years ago. I took Kim (my friend's daughter) to Philadelphia with me this summer to visit with Laura (my kidlet in college). Not sure who had more fun with that.
I also have a wonderful friend from college who is like a sister. We don't get to see much of each other, but we have a grand time when we do. For years, we were closer than she and her own sister were.
Now, to that extended family that we adopt. I've adopted Gina's Kim, my kids' friends, my son's girlfriend Crystal, my daughter's boyfriend Dan, and her roomie, Krystle. (Crystal A and Krystle B) I'm Mom. Oh, and I don't dare forget my young friend Heather. I'm affectionately called Mom2. :)
I've also adopted a host of sisters. Bobbi, Evelyn, Lorrie, Wanda, RJ, Nancy, Cath, and the list goes on. These are my post-40 friends/family (those I made after the age of 40, not who are over 40, thank you.)
I'd have to say that Bobbi's theory about adoption is wonderful. Hey, she's become my wise older sister and someone I could not fathom living without. I really love having her in my life, even if we are separated by 500 miles. But, the good thing is that my daughter lives only a mile from her.
This Mom can rest easier because the kidlet has some extended family, an adopted aunt and uncle that love her, right down the street.
Dawn
My girlfriend Bobbi advocates that after the age of 20 or so, we should be allowed to choose our family. Amen. I whole heartedly agree. Frankly, I have quite a bit more in common with these post-20 friends than I do with most of my extended biological family other than those I've spawned or the fella I married. But, in truth, I think this concept of my friend's originates far earlier in our lives.
Do you have a dear friend that you made in elementary or middle school that is still vital in your life today?
I do. We met in 6th grade. Our daughters who are several years apart in age have, in fact, bonded in the same manner. I would note that my girlfriend lived out of state for the first few years of her daughter's life, moving back to Ohio several years ago. I took Kim (my friend's daughter) to Philadelphia with me this summer to visit with Laura (my kidlet in college). Not sure who had more fun with that.
I also have a wonderful friend from college who is like a sister. We don't get to see much of each other, but we have a grand time when we do. For years, we were closer than she and her own sister were.
Now, to that extended family that we adopt. I've adopted Gina's Kim, my kids' friends, my son's girlfriend Crystal, my daughter's boyfriend Dan, and her roomie, Krystle. (Crystal A and Krystle B) I'm Mom. Oh, and I don't dare forget my young friend Heather. I'm affectionately called Mom2. :)
I've also adopted a host of sisters. Bobbi, Evelyn, Lorrie, Wanda, RJ, Nancy, Cath, and the list goes on. These are my post-40 friends/family (those I made after the age of 40, not who are over 40, thank you.)
I'd have to say that Bobbi's theory about adoption is wonderful. Hey, she's become my wise older sister and someone I could not fathom living without. I really love having her in my life, even if we are separated by 500 miles. But, the good thing is that my daughter lives only a mile from her.
This Mom can rest easier because the kidlet has some extended family, an adopted aunt and uncle that love her, right down the street.
Dawn
posted by Dawn | 9:57 PM
1 Comments:
This got me sniffling...
There is one side of my biological family I never see or hear from...we're the "outcasts" on that side of the clan. One reason why I value my adopted family even moreso...
I don't know what I'd do without ya M2, Bobbi (whom I refer to as my twisted older sis/wise aunt), and the rest of that "divine 12" :)
If I ever get to meet Laura, we should exchange some recipes, or something... ;)
love,
the eccentric/neurotic artist and self taught baker
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