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On Being Teeta



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.


Carrying Their Love on my Hands

This morning — and every morning — as I got dressed and ready to head out the door,  I stopped and gave praise and thanksgiving as I put on my rings.

This is nothing unusual….

But also this morning,  I received a private message asking about musings  I’d shared about said rings via post several years ago.

Wow!  This slice of my life had resonated and echoed and she wanted to use it in a Sunday School lesson…..

Wow-er, still!!!

As a writer,  this was a tremendous moment…. 

Aside from a brief dabble into the world of blogging in 2012-13, my writing has been confined to Facebook posts of the things on my heart and in my day….

I know I have a history of oversharing.
I know I can be a bit much.
I know…..

But she REMEMBERED something I’d written!
And that felt good.

Of course, I have no idea when I wrote that piece or how I might find it back again…

But (also of course) I had no problem sharing again the story of my rings.

What follows is the response to her request:

I’m so honored.
While I have no idea how to find that post back again,  I have that same feeling every single moment as I get ready for the day.

Every morning,  as I reach for my rings I feel the love of those from and for  whom each piece became a part of me.

I start with my wedding ring.
It was my husband’s mother’s before it was mine.
It stands not only for the commitment between my husband and myself, but also serves as a connection to his beloved Mom who passed away not long before we started dating.
Although we never had the chance to meet,  I feel her love, approval and blessing each time I put it on.
On the same hand,  I wear my James Avery Mother’s Love ring — a gift from my children — the beat of my heart.
And so “armed” with the love of my immediate family,  I am almost ready to head out into the world….
But not quite….

On my right hand,  I have a little more variety from day to day.
The constant is the small pinky ring my grandfather gave to my grandmother on their 40th  anniversary.   It’s a simple silver cross – and each time I slide it on my finger, I feel not only their love,  but also the love of our Heavenly Father.
Beside it, on my ring finger,  the options rotate to match my mood and my attire.
Sometimes it’s my grandmother’s turquoise ring.   Sometimes it’s the simple ring I bought for myself on the day my daughter overcame a particularly scary illness as a babe.
Sometimes it’s the wavy ring that makes me think of the waves of my beloved ocean….

But always,  it’s something.

And always,  I feel myself moving forward into the world armed in the strength of those who went before me,  those who stand beside me now,  and always,  always,  always, the blessing of God above.

Thank you for remembering and bringing this simple blessing back to the forefront of my thinking and my heart.

Then sings my soul…..


Then sings my soul!

It’s usually my tag line,  but with these boys and their cousins, it’s where it all begins.


I came into my stepkids’ lives when they were older.  
Their relationship with their dad was complicated,
And I wasn’t quite sure where I fit into the equation.

Over the years, I have come to know them as incredible human beings.
I love them dearly and I believe they love me.

And then came the grands!!!!
Oh my goodness!
The grands!!!!

Tonight I walked to the oldest’s baseball practice across town.
(Yes, walked….but that’s a Slice for a different day.)

I did it just for the chance to breathe some of the same air.

I knew he’d be busy.
I knew his dad – my oldest stepson – would be busy too.
But I knew I’d be able to see them in their element.

My stepson is step dad to this precious boy, our oldest grandson.
He is at every practice.
He is at every game.
He loves this boy…
And he parents this boy….
And he makes a difference!

And my soul does sing….

It sings to see the love and strength of their connection.
It sings to see the pride in B’s eyes.
It sings to see that B and he know right where they belong.

And then.
As the sun set over the field and the night hawks moved in….
When the evening couldn’t have been any more beautiful….
When it was time for me to walk back across town….
One of the team moms asked if I was I.’s mom.

“No,” I said.
“I’m one of the Grandmas.”

And I knew.
I absolutely knew….

I’m right where I belong as well.

Then sings my soul….