How can it be? As he went through clothes that had been in his closet since he moved in five years ago... pulling out shorts that seemed to be made for a stuffed animal, they were so small when held up to his 6'6" frame...I remembered the last time that room was empty. Husband and I received a phone call in April that the teenager and daughter were moving in that June. We began a major remodeling process to make the upstairs livable - we laid new carpet, painted the rooms, drywalled in a wall and a door to turn the open room into a private bedroom.
When they showed up with their aunt and uncle, it was unimaginable that we could ever be a close, open and honest family. It was awkward. They didn't want to move from their hometown, and they certainly didn't want to live with us! Daughter, her Down syndrome a blessing in this instance, adjusted pretty quickly to her "new mom." (Perhaps I was helped by the fact that Rugrat's in Paris was her favorite movie, and Chuckie's new mom was ALSO ASIAN! I know...)
But it took a lot of learning on both sides before the teenager began to trust, and husband and I learned how to love like parents. And it seems like now, just when everything is perfect, when everyone is getting along and everyone understands and everyone has finally adjusted to all the changes, Now is when the most cruel change comes - when you drop the teenager off at his "new" home and drive away.
Sniffle.
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