Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Meeting the Parents...

Saturday, September 15, 2012

We've met Sarah's boyfriend, Pete, only once and then just for a few minutes. Tonight Aaron is playing football in Mission Viejo. Pete's parents live there, so they, along with Pete and Sarah, came to the game.

They arrived around half-time with the game in full swing. Ron and Peter (the dad) talked quite a bit during the ball game, but Marcy (the mom) and I didn't really chat too much until after the game while standing around waiting for Aaron and while walking to our cars.

From the questions she asked, I gathered that Sarah has told them alot about us. Not a bad thing, but just a little interesting since we know very little about them - other than "they are awesome people, just like you and Dad" according to Sarah's text message a couple of days ago.

For instance: that my full name is "Cordeiga." I rarely even think about the fact that Sarah knows that, much less that she would tell someone...or that we met in the spa and her Dad kept trying to shew the kids out of the spa and into the pool so he could talk to me...or how much happier her Dad is now since I became part of their lives and have him in a more healthy routine of regular meals ( not fast food), and a regular sleeping schedule. (not to mention all of the things he doesn't have to do, now that those tasks have been delegated to me.)...or what a big challenge I took on when I married a man with three children, who at the time were, 16, 14, and 11. Still lots of 'parenting' years ahead... Marcy marveled at the fact that I was willing to do that, too. And yes, it was a challenge and at times they were a handful to handle, BUT and this is a big BUT - Ron has always, always supported my role and authority. I know it wasn't easy for him at times, it wasn't popular with the kids, and it certainly wasn't easy for me...but it was right and fair.

And the proof of the success of our marriage so far is in this testimony of our life together as told by Sarah to her boyfriend's parents...

Thursday, September 6, 2012

I Want to Remember...

I want to remember the anticipation of calling my grandsons in Portland, Oregon to see how their first day of school went.

I want to remember how much I enjoyed it when Bevan answered the phone with a sweet hello because he knew it was me from Caller ID.

I want to remember that today is Bevan's first day of High School. High School! He has Global Science (or is it History?), Spanish, English, and Math ... he's not looking forward to Spanish. He's frustrated, but not about school (at least not yet). He's frustrated over some problem with You Tube. Oh, that is so Bevan. I have to smile.

I want to remember how excited Trevor is being back at school. He cracks me up - As a 7th grader, he's just this 'so uber-cool' (pre)teen - speaking in that way that only teen boys can. And yet, he's always excited to talk to me, and always tells me he loves me. I'm soaking up those words. He's playing soccer again this year and I'm so happy he's enjoying that and continuing it from last year.

I want to remember how Julian said, "Ok, we've talked about my first day. How was your first day?" And that is so Julian. He always asks about what I'm doing and how my day is. He's in 5th grade this year - seriously cannot believe that. He really likes his teacher, and a lot of his friends from previous years are in his class again.

I want to remember Dawson being just as surprised about him being in 4th grade as I am! He said, it's so weird switching from lower grades to upper grades. He likes his teacher, too. And that is always good.

I want to remember these phone conversations. I want to remember these important 'first days of school.' 

But these are the things I miss ... first days and soccer games.