I’m Not ALONE, I’m Not ALONE!

Well have mercy!! Praise God, Alla, Buddha, Lao Tsa, Zeus, Jimmy Carter, WhoEVER!

Some other mothers, treading water with ankle weights strapped to their tired feet, have chimed in to my lowly little blog spot and made my day! Mothers of adopted children who are faced with problem children and all the emotional duress that comes with them. It’s a chore sometimes, loving Geneva. I mean, imagine the most irritating person you’ve ever known. Stop now and think.

Who is it? An “ex”, a former roommate, a co-worker, your mother-in-law, your little brother? Take that most irritating human being and ZAP, make them your child! It’s rather nightmarish, really. Our younger daughter Estelle - she’s the axis to our universe. She’s the easiest person to be around. I could list flowery adjectives to describe her all dang day long, but I’ll spare you that. Let’s just say that if everything else in the world ceased to exist, yet I still had my Stella, all would be well and good.

Once upon a rock band, I used to be a chick singer. For about 20 years I made music, traveled, did what I wanted, when I wanted. I finally got mighty sick of that, sick of ME. I was tired of myself. So I got married and then had to answer to “him”. O.K. Guess I can swing with that. Then we traveled to China and brought home Estelle, tiny and underdeveloped, but the most darling baby and so dreamily easy. For several years we enjoyed the most picture perfect of lives. Boy, I was really swingin’ with that. And then….dum dum dum dum….*yes, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb…..I insisted we fetch a sister. Now here’s the scoop on this: We adopted children instead of having bio kids because - frankly, I’m not that proud of my gene pool. Seriously, who needs more of this? Damn it! This is where I wanted to insert the absolute worst photo of myself ever taken and this computer-wack-a-doo system won’t do it!! I’m still so new at this blog world stuff, I get stymied very easily.

Anyway, so that’s how we ended up with The Gypsy Geneva and how I ended up with certainly not very much ME time or ME anything. God is laughing. He gave me the easiest baby in the world who’s turned into the most charming creature imaginable, and to counter that and for His own, sick amusement - he brought me Geneva. Funny guy, that God. He didn’t want me to escape parenthood that easily I guess. Congratulations Big Guy, mission accomplished! For there is no escape from THIS!! A girl who still has ‘bathroom issues’, can’t tell time, has no linear thought, lies like a cheap rug, only loves others as an application, not a feeling - does not understand why people cry and makes me repeat basic parenting mandates over and over and over like she’s never heard them before. And as far as that goes, maybe in her swiss cheese brain each moment is shiny and new.

Glorious day, a gal pal just phoned and forced me back to the real world and asked me to lunch. Panera, here we come! It’s not a tamale, but it’ll do pig, it’ll do….

WOW! I’ve got several new blogs to check out and I’m very happy about it! MOMS, ROCK ON!!! And thanks for checking in with me - I’ll try to get your links into my post…I’m so technically challenged it’s frightening. Hand me a microphone, it’s all good. Hand me a modem…we’re in deep doo doo.