People Astound Me in Muddling Through As Best I Can
- Feb. 19, 2017, 10:54 a.m.
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Yesterday was the birthday of grandson number 4, Micah. He and his sister Raina are the children of my son Brad, who died along with his wife in May 2015. During the party the mother of his soon- to- be new Dad introduced herself and we began to chat.
During the conversation, she commented that my other two sons looked nothing alike (Brandon, 32 is blue eyed and blond with fair skin, Brian, 21 is brown eyed, black curly hair, and bi-racial). I used to get offended at such “observations”. Subtlety is not these folks’ strong point.
I simply said I was their adoptive father. She said, “Oh so you’re not their real father? You’re just like me then, because I’m not really Micah’s grandmother either”.
Wait, what?
I wasn’t about to start a nature vs nurture conversation with this woman at a four year old’s birthday party, but seriously?
With that mind-set, perhaps she shouldn’t be.
I recently dealt with a woman who starved her eight year old daughter and then beat her to death with a hammer. As a police officer and now a correctional officer, I’ve dealt with people who have seriously injured and killed, raped, and psychologically tortured their children beyond belief.
Some people just don’t have a clue.
I’m well beyond defending my credentials as legitimate parent, but like my grandmother used to say frequently, I guess I just don’t understand people.
They are my kids, and that baby she was holding during this conversation? He most certainly is my grandson. He’ll never escape me now, bwahaha!
Last updated February 19, 2017
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