Friday, December 10, 2010
On my first post I talked about my "instant" kids. But the fact is most families today are blended families. Divorce is a fact of life in today's society, but some of the hardest decisions we make concerns our children. But I have learned that it should not be about his kids and my kids, but our kids. When my husband and I got married we decided that we would love each others kids as our own. And I guess that is what makes a difference. We CHOOSE to love them. When I became Matthew's Step-mom, I didn't try to take his real mom's place in his life. I decided though to treat him as my own child. I love him as my son and I love the two daughters from my first marriage. My first grand-son is not my biological grand-child but I CHOOSE to love him as if he were. When Matthew has a problem, I listen to him and try to help him. When my daughter Shannon needs my help, I try to give it to her. I love her and her children so much. Sometimes you have to put your needs aside for the sake of your family. I am so blessed for my "instant" children. I hope you are with your own. Blended means to become one, so take your family and his family and become ONE family.
Posted by Shirley Bath at 6:17 PM
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I went to see a neurology specialist on Thursday about the seizure like episodes that I have been having for the last 3 months. She asked me a lot of questions about my episodes and about how they started. It seems I have what is called Stress Seizures and it is common in some people. It started in nursing school a few years ago. Working night shift and going to school most of the day caused the mild ones. But these last ones seem top be coming from unresolved issues of past sexual abuse at the hands of my Mom's cousin when I was six years old. I never told my parents and actually I never told anyone until last year I told one of my daughters that had been abused by her father when she was a child. I will start seeing my counselor again soon and maybe she can help me get through this difficult memories.
Posted by Shirley Bath at 11:31 AM