The kids and I were volunteering at the Book Fair at school last week. On the way home that night, Alex told me how she heard the other kids there talking about their Mom and Other Mom. This prompted a great conversation between us that night.
This Mom is very involved in our PTO, and the kids have known all along that her kids had 2 moms, but I guess it never sunk in with them until they heard the kids calling her Mom and Other Mom. Alex and I talked about how families come in all different varieties - not just Mom, Dad, Brother & Sister. Actually ours changed a little a couple years ago when it added Grandma Fran to the daily routine.
Then I started realizing how fortunate the kids are to live in our neighborhood. We have great neighbors, all very nurturing and protective. But all VERY different...
1. One couple who adopted their son
2. One retired couple who have grown kids and adopted their neice's son
3. A remarried mom who's 10-year-old is now an uncle
4. Friends who have half-sisters and brothers
5. Grandparents raising their grandkids after mom died of cancer
And this is just the first block of our neighborhood. I know it's not diversity at its finest - although we do vary. But Marc and I are about the plainest, most textbook family here. Married for 13 years, no ex's, no other baby-mama's or daddies... how boring.
Growing up in Memphis, we didn't see much diversity except for divorce. We didn't have any Jewish or Indian friends and there were only a handful of black families in Memphis. Now Adrian isn't the melting-pot of Michigan by any standards, but I am thankful that my kids do have the opportunity to experience some diversity.
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It is totally different from our young years!
You guys were married 13 years ago? Wow, I guess it has been a while.
I am sure Memphis was about as diverse as Capac...although the Mexican population was quite high. I should know, I dated half of them- ha ha.
Don't even get me started with the diversity in my family. I alone have 2 half sisters and 1 half brother.
It is a different time, when I was growing up divorce was never spoke about, so I always had a clear picture of the divide.
Did your Mom send you pictures of Morgans cake?? It was awesome everyone loved it, especially Morgan we had the top of the cake on the kitchen table for a week. I had to light the candles and sing Happy Birthday to her every morning. Thanks again!
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