The Birthday Call

So, on hubby's birthday, our loving attached and healthy-through-no-fault-of-her-own was on the phone wishing The Best Daddy in the World a Happy Birthday, before she flies in to see us... and his cell phone rings.

When mentally ill-through-no-fault-of-their-own adult children are estranged... phone calls, texts, emails, mailboxes are the places you hope they'll one-day-some-day-especially-on-special-days send a little love.

Hubby excuses himself from our devoted daughter's call and hands her over to me... and I overhear... on his cellphone half a conversation full of... awkwardness.... I'm finding it hard to attend to the delightfully-attentive child... well because... it's another day of significance... and there's a call... and it's awkward.

I promise our darling that I love her, will call her back, am eager to see her when she'll fly in later the same day... "bye sweetie!"

I had to know what was going on... who was on the phone????????  What had rustled my sweet love on his birthday????

Well... sweet little officer RAD sick-and-spiraling-downward-through-no-fault-of-her-own can't pay her student loans... (that we've cosigned....away from school... and she's postponed and compounded her student debt since....)the bank wants to know how they can get a hold of her.

Nothing says "I'm thinking of you on your birthday, I'm grateful for you, I'm glad you're my Dad" like having your RADchild's delinquent student loan collections rep calling to find if we've got "better" contact with her than they do.

I really have the best husband in the world.  He is a prince! He's loving, and generous and selfless, and devoted. And sooooooo very forgiving of the pain they continue to inflict.  Despite how the crap continues to fly, he prays diligently for all our kids, and our estranged-through-no-fault-of-her-own grandchild we've never met... yet... he prays for us all... morning, noon and night.
 

The Heat

Hubby and I enjoyed a date night dinner and a movie.  I love to laugh and enjoy a good comedy.

We went to The Heat featuring Melissa McCarthy and Sandra Bullock.  We laughed. A lot.

I hesitantly recommend it because it is a BIG time potty mouth film.  Definitely not for the kids.  If cuss words offend you, don't go.

Potty mouth doesn't offend me, I choose not to use it, but I'm not usually offended by people who feel they need to express themselves using it. (Explained in more detail here)

I don't want to spoil movie for anyone interested to see it so if you're planning to go and don't want a sneak peek at the story line now's your time to go and read a different great blog post... Info below is not a major spoiler... read on if you dare.  ha ha
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Turns out part of the theme of the movie is how Miss Perfect Officer on the outside (can't maintain a single personal relationship anywhere) is so messed up because of all the bouncing around she did as a kid in the foster system.

The very real references that being bounced around from house to house to house to house has on a kid... who grows into an adult IS very real... and not funny to anyone who experiences the veritable pain. 

I figure this is a film our very own estranged Officer RAD may eventually see.  I'm hoping if she does, the humor of this film will reinforce to her that it is NORMAL for kids who have grown up having so many "families" after birth family to grow up to have difficulty in their adult relationships.

Everywhere I go... I continue to look for, hope for, pray for opportunities for our RAD affected adoptees to be pointed towards and encouraged to walk along paths of health and healing.  

Most Days

"O Master grant that I may never seek,
So much to be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul."

                                    Prayer of St. Francis 

Most days, that continues to be my prayer.

                                                     Some moments in the midst of the hardest days I regret having prayed it.

 

Walls of Protection

I got a text from one of my dearest friends.  I have known him ALL my life.  We grew up together.  Started kindergarten together, graduated high school together... he was one of my hubby's groomsmen at our wedding.  He visited us here just before ETAAM.

"OMG! I'm working now but HAD to tell you!!!!"

This friend has always had more energy than the Energizer Bunny!  He keeps going, and going and going and going.  Most days, he rushes from his day job, to his night job that pays for all the running he does when he's not working.  Oh, if I could bottle that energy!!!   He's my age... so my lack of energy ain't got nothing to do with how old I am.

At his night job, he is a super star.  Shoot, as far as I'm concerned everywhere he goes he's a super star!!!  People adore him!!!!   I feel like I'm a celebrity when I'm with him because we always get a flood of people flocking to us like paparazzi.  

He waits tables at a popular restaurant in my home town.  Simply calling him a "waiter" doesn't seem appropriate... the level of service and care he provides his customers is truly outstanding... which is why so many of the people he serves flock to him when he's out and about... they honestly consider him a friend. 

Well, it turns out he's been training a new guy at work.  This new guy is cracking up as my friend is explaining how to cope with the frustrations the job has.  The new guy says, you're so funny, I can only think of one person as funny as you, my mom... I bet if you met her, you two would be great friends!

Well... turns out new guy has his parents coming in for dinner tonight... turns out it's another of my dearest friends, another member of my hubby's and my wedding party from 30 years ago.  She's one of my dearest friends from back in the day.

She's the gal that back-in-the-day I kept trying to get my other friends to meet, befriend, hang out with, but they'd keep asking what I ever saw in her as a person.

This friend and my friend who texted me were all good friends.  The three of us used to hang out together quite a bit.  They lost touch... despite living so close their busy lives just went in different directions.

The next day my childhood neighbor called to say it was great to see her, she looked like her younger self but older, and much better than he'd expected she might, at our age.  ha ha.

He went on to say he felt dirty, because, yes, she's still very funny, and she made him laugh quite a bit but every thing she was joking about was at someone else's expense. 

I reminded him she was probably really insecure.  I reminded him "how she would get" when she was in a situation where she felt judged.  Her tactics had always been to hurt them before they hurt her.  I never enjoyed being with her in a group setting, but when it was just the three of us... or just the two of us... she was always sincere, and vulnerable and lovely.

He said yes, he had forgotten, but in hindsight the night prior she seemed to vacillate between lovely and obnoxious.  He said there were a couple of times he wanted to say "What are you doing???? Don't you remember?  You KNOW me!  You can trust me!  We're friends!  You're safe here!!!!"

We've got plans for the three of us to get together soon.  I'm looking forward to it.  I'm hoping she'll feel safe enough around us to have her walls down.

(not really adoption related... but I'm aware and saddened our adoptees have many walls, masks, masquerades that protect them... I hope they'll find people with whom they can be real.)