Oh how my soul does sing…
15 years ago, I was planning a wedding – my 2nd – to a man with kids.
I loved them then because they were his.
Their relationship was fragile.
Difficult at times.
But his kids were the pieces that completed him.
And I loved them for it.
Through their ups and downs, I watched and loved….
As he grew.
As they grew.
As all our hearts grew together into the single beat of family.
We beat as a family parallel…
One of the strengths I admire and treasure most in his kids is their willingness to, alongside their relationships to their mom and previous stepmom, to love me and let me love them.
A family.
A family parallel.
And then came the Grands.
And the heartbeat of our family,
took on a deeper, stronger, tangible beat.
The kids — his kids I love as deeply and as dearly as my own, not only for who they are to the hubs, for for who they ARE, and who they are to me — have blessed us all with beautiful, perfect darlings. They have their Bubbie, their Honey,
…. and they have me.
And so.
Here I am.
A Teeta.
Not a grandma by birth but by a family parallel.
And OH, how my soul does sing.