We went on a family camping trip this past weekend to Roosevelt Lake, which is near Phoenix. This has become an annual Spring Break weekend retreat with the whole family…hubby and me and our 2 kids, my sister-in-law and her husband and their 4 kids and 2 grandkids and my mother-in-law, who is the youngest and fittest great-grandma you’ve ever seen. There’s a total of 13 of us when we get together (which also happens to be my lucky number).
We’re one of those blended families. When my sister-in-law and her husband married, he had three children — 13, 10 and 8. My husband and I had just filled out paperwork to become a Big Brother Couple. We wanted a boy to nurture and take places. We were just getting ready to go through the home study when my “new” nieces and nephew came into our lives. Without going into great detail, let’s just say these kids needed some extra love, so we decided that they were with us for a reason and turned our attention to them. For a couple of years there, we had the younger two nearly every weekend.
Adam was a challenge. One moment he was in my lap trying to snuggle and the next he was causing commotion to get my husband and I fighting so he could feel more secure in our normally quiet and peaceful home. He had pretty severe separation anxiety, and always wanted to push the world away before anyone or anything could get close enough to hurt him. He came to live with us for 3 months when he was 16 and we got very close. Even now, when I look at him, I see that sweet-faced boy who crawled in my lap like a baby every chance he could.
He made some poor choices in his life, and, unfortunately, at 23 is still making them. It makes me sad because he’s smart, funny, kind and sensitive. I was happy he choose to take part in our family camping trip this year. There’s still a special bond between the two of us and I love him. No matter what. Even if he’s still all BOY and spent the better part of Saturday doing and saying things to gross out his sisters. The cousins, all boys except for my sweet little daughter had a better time because Adam was there with all his energy and silliness.
Speaking of boys, here’s a picture I took this weekend of my sweet son. He’s 12 and no longer allows me to take photos of him. Of course, he has to play it cool around Adam too.
Thanks for taking a moment for a personal blog post. I don’t have too many new and interesting things to write about because my life is still lots of work on the book. The days just go…poof!