Thursday, October 18, 2012

Nightmare 10/18

This morning I went back to bed and had this nightmare. I was in this huge arcade attached to my parents home. I was trying to collect the Wii console and remotes for Kat and I to play in the house. This guy who had been a familhy friend had the remote and was holding it above his head.

I said "Come on ________, gimme the remote." And iafter he gave it to me I said "I was going to tell you welcome back we missed you, but now your just a fucking douch bag!"
He grabbed my wrist and said "Oh, I missed you too, wanna feel ho9w much?" And he started pressing himself against me.His friend chimmed in and started razzing him on.
I started screaming, these blood curdeling screams, but no one came, no one even looked.
He said, "Oh remember, your mans gone, he don't give a shit now...."
I looked up and saw Andrew standing there leaning against the wall watching, doing nothing.
He forced himself iinside of me. 1...2...3....4 times. I was screaming and crying. Begging Andrew to help me.
He just had this blank, empty look on his face.

The guy who was raping me said "he isn't gonna do shit, shut up." And as he put his hand over my mouth, he looked at his friend and said "go get her daughter...."

I started kicking and screaming, forcing myself to look over to Andrew. But he just turned around and walked away.

I saw his friend coming back with Kathleen, and kat started screaming, kicking and trying to run away.

That's when I woke up.

I laid there crying in bed, andrew didn't reach for me. It made me realize, he really isn't going to protect me forever. I have to start learning to do things for myself and on my own.

I'm scared.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Abnormal is, Normal!

So, I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, and there are lots of things I want to say.

There are all these stories in the media about people being bullied, cast aside, made fun of, or have even felt that taking their own life was the only way out.

I read someones comment of a picture of Amanda Todd's main attacker - it said something along the lines of, he was an accomplice to her murder. I agree - at least, he should get set to jail for aiding in suicide, or Assisted Suicide, which is banned in Canada.
( I will not link to this, but you can google the name. I refuse to allow any advertisement that may lead to social media spikes for the attackers of this poor young lady.)

There was another case in West Branch, Michigan where bullied high school student Whitney Kropp was voted Home Coming Queen simply because the students who bullied her rallied her to get voted as a joke.
The whole town rallied behind her and dresses, dinners, a limo and more were given to her as a congratulatory gift. I think that town is pretty amazing!! But the High School students make me sick! I hope they learned their lesson! BTW - I thnk she looked beautiful out there on the field when she was introduced!
http://www.themarysue.com/whitney-kropp-homecoming-court/ )

These are just the two most recent events in the news.

Earlier in the month, David Hernandez of N.Y. was found dead in his family home due to an apparent suicide. There is speculation that this occurred because he was scared to come out as Gay. Whether or not this is true, we need to encourage our children to be who they are, no matter what! Show them we love and support them, no matter who they were born to be, or how they were born!

I follow a Twitter allies who calls her son "BoyChick". She refuses to push any gender bias stereotypes onto him - he has long hair until he ask for it to be cut, he plays with both dolls and trucks, he wears both pink and blue, and they try to use non-gender specific items, or words to describe him. I think its an amazing idea.


In the end, all we are worried about it this - we are all worried about our children being accepted. Be it because of their glasses, because of their weight, because they pick their nose, or because they dont like to brush their hair!

Please, if there is anything you can do to be the greatest parent in the world - it is not buying toys or clothes that they will outgrow in weeks. The greatest thing a parent can do is teach their children how to love unconditionally!

- Patty

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Mommy Frustrations....

by the title of this blog you would think it was about how upset I get with the things my child does. Sure, I get annoyed when she doesn't listen, or doesn't get her home work done on time. But here are my real Mommy frustrations...

People who walk all over their kids, or use their kids as free labor.

My daughter is 9 years old - she has no business doing any of the following -
1) laundry
2) dishes
3) cooking meals for herself
4) vacuuming
5) mopping
6) caring for other family members

Now, I am just one mom, not the ruler of all moms. There are just some things I as a mother, do not want my child to do. I want to parent her, and mother her, and be the provider. I don't ever want her to feel like her worth is measured by how much she can do for me. Her worth is measured by how much I love her, and how much I show her I love and care for her.

Anyways, thats all....

Friday, September 21, 2012

Mothers, Fathers and Children alike

In the first 7 years of Kathleens life, I spent many hours making phone calls, sending e-mails, sending news letters and pictures, and trying to force her bio-dad to have a relationship with her. He wanted nothing to do with her, he rejected every invite I sent. So, I started to reach out to her Grandparents.

I come from a huge Italian based family, and my mother side isn't Italian, but they are so close that I really, REALLY wanted Kat to experience that huge family life. After feeling like a stalker, and backing off, I got an e-mail from Kats father's Girlfriend saying they wanted to come see her. yes, his GIRLFRIEND.

I thought this was all a little ploy for her to not allow me to speak to JP. Well, I had no intentions of speaking to him, I wanted nothing to do with him. I wanted to sit there and let JP and Kathleen build a relationship before she got too old.

Well, she got too old. And he never grew a heart, so he never got to know her.

Well, here we are, living in a wonderful home, with my husband, who calls Kathleen his own, and who Kathleen loves and calls Daddy.

But here is where i really get mad....

This last Tuesday (9/18/2012), I had to go to court for a finally hearing on custody of Kathleen. Who was I sitting in the court room with? JP. Well, I spilled everything - how he has never called, never visited, how he isnt around for the visits with his parents, how he is not involved with Kat's schooling, etc.

He played a good role..... The Dad who isnt allowed to be involved, the Dad who tries so hard (but has no data to back it up), the Dad who was refused to sign the Birth Certificate, the Dad who was too far away to visit when he so badly wanted to. Well, the Judge saw right through all of it, and called him out on it too. When asked why he never visits, never calls, never inquires, yet wants custody, he admitted - he doesn't, its his parents.

The bastard.

He has no idea what he is missing out on. He has no idea how amazing this little girl is! He will never know what an amazing person she is, what an amazing, HUGE heart she has!

I've talked to her about spending time with JP, and I've asked her how she feels about it. I have asked "Do you want to call and talk to him?" on Fathers day, or Christmas, or any other Holiday, and the answer is always the same - "No, thats ok." I always ask her why she doesn't want to, and her answer is always the same - "He isnt my Dad. Andrew is my Daddy. JP doesnt do daddy things, Daddy does Daddy things."

There were things said in court, by JP and comments made by his parents which I wont put here. Not only because I dont want to relive them, but I never want Kathleen to know what those things are.

Right now, I am just so happy, so blessed, and so in love with my family I have right here in my home.

Kathleen, Andrew, and Myself.

We don't need him.

Monday, June 11, 2012

LGBT rant

Andrew began working at Applebee's back in February, and it was amazing. He wasn't out to anyone at work, only his bosses knew. He was free to use the men's room, he is called Andrew at work, all male pronouns.

Well, someone outted him at work. And now, two months later, he is being told he needs to use the womans restroom.

Do these people have any idea what they are doing? Is this their way of pushing him out? They can't fire him, there isn't any grounds for it. He is a hard worker, always there when they need him. He bust his ass at work.

I wonder how the managers would feel if they were told they had to use the female wash room, seeing as how they are all men.

Im really pissed.
I don't know what to do.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Yuckies and germs

If there is one thing i hate, its getting sick.

My life revolves around this home and doing things in it. When i get sick, i cant do anything.

My OCD feels like its overflowing, and i know as soon as i feel better I'm going to lose my emotional composure and im going to lose it. I'll feel like I've lost grip of all reality.

In a perfect world, Andrew and Kat would say, "Hey, Mommy's sick, so lets clean up the house so she doesnt feel overwhelmed when she gets better." But.. Andrew works full time, and kat has school and home work. Its just not logical.

Oh but how i hope and wish that would happen lol

Remember,
You are LOVED,
Always,
The sick....
Me
:-)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Keep Sakes


Most people don’t realize that adoptions are a lifelong thing; they don’t just happen at delivery and when you sign the papers. They continue for the rest of your life, and the child’s life.
In my Project Mommy blog (http://projectgoodmom.blogspot.com/) I recently posted a blog on how to keep memories in life, and how photographs and videos just aren’t a safe or sure way to keep those memories for the rest of your life. Well, when it comes to being a BirthMother, sometimes those photographs and videos are all we have. So, we need to keep them and protect them.
When you think of family photo albums, what do you think of? Random pictures, some good, some bad, all clumped into a book that’s kept on the coffee table or book shelves? Maybe, an on-line ordered spiral bound picture book from Walgreens during the half off sale? A Scrap book you spent the weekend crate with your daughter that was put out on display on the coffee table during Christmas?
While these things are a great thing to share, a joy to show off, they aren’t safe. Let’s face it, no photograph or book is. We can do anything we want to try and keep these items safe, but the fact is, anyone could trip or loose balance, spilling coffee, wine, or soda all over the book, ruining at least some of the photos.
So, when we have photos we want to keep safe, what do we do with them? There are a few options.
DVDs. Flash drives, SD cards. But, really, we can’t put everything on these forms of storage.
And if we are being honest, photos of a child you placed for adoption will almost always be more important that your niece shoving her face into birthday cake. Hold on, this isn’t a debate on WHO is more important, it is about what objects are more important.
Well, when we place a child for adoption (open, closed, semi-open, semi-closed, inner-family) there are many moments we will miss of the child’s growing up. The photos we receive from the Adoptive Parents share those moments and memories with us. But, its not just photos, it’s the cards, the letters that come with the photos, and anything else.
After my Birthson was born I found a box from my moms job and I shoved in everything that had to do with him. Papers, folders, hospital cards, life books, scrap books, photo albums, letters to and from his parents, letters to him.
Now, I have this amazing wooden box that holds all of the important things. Things I have received, been given as a gift, or made myself. And now, I would like to share those things with you.
The box itself I got at Pat Catan’s (http://www.patcatans.com/) for only $35. It was the best buy I ever made. You can paint, stain, finish, or varnish them any way you would like, but, I liked keeping mine simple. The plan is, one day, I’ll have Keaton place his hand prints on the box with paint, but nothing more.
Inside I keep Photo Albums filled with pictures that R&H have sent me over the last 4 ½ years.
 I also have a life book I made for him, filled with photos, songs and poems that remind me of him, the paperwork and forms from the adoption

 I also have kept the items I received from both adoption agencies during the matching process
 
 And I have other cards, packs of photos, and miscellaneous things.

 While my relationship with Keaton and his parents is a good one, I still have to hold on to the memories they are willing to share with me.
 
 This box may not be a fool proof way to keep them safe – god forbid there is a house fire, my daughter, not the box, would be the first thing I grabbed – it is a way to keep them out of daily harm like spills, muggy boots, dirty fingers, etc.
There are many ways you can preserve photos and keep sakes, this just happens to be the way I keep mine. If you haven’t already, I hope this encourages you to do something for your own memories; be it that of a birth child, adopted child, grandchild, or even a special occasion. The box could be smaller than a show box, or the size of a hope chest, as long as it is special to you, that’s all that matters.