A lesson..

I'm Adopted.

What does being Adopted mean to me?

Simple, it means I am doubly loved/cared for/wanted.

My Stepdad met my mother wayy before I was even thought of, and they had this "love from a distance" thing until my mother was a mother herself. My dad didn't want "No damn child for a wife."(his exact words).

My Dad was there too.

Ever see the show "My two Dads"? Well, I lived her life. Except my dads didn't live in the same house, well not until I was a little older.

I spent most of my childhood with one or the other, or sometimes both (Birthdays, Christmas, etc). I loved it.

With my Dad Willie, I was raised in the Country. I was taught how to be a Country Girl. I was taught how to live off the land.

With my Dad Tom, I was raised in the EMU area. I had my eyes opened early in life to the whole "Other side of the world" as I called it. I was taught to love people no matter who they were, how they were, and that if I was going to judge, to make sure I at least had good reasons (which there weren't any).

Along with having 2 dads I had 2 different families.

I had Country/City people in both groups.

I was raised to be very diverse in my lifestyle choices.

When I got older, this came in handy majorly.

Some have been very judgemental of my mother for allowing me to be raised near some of the childhood friends I had, they blame her for my being the way I am. And you know what? I love her for it. I love her for having the sense enough to know that I needed to "Think outside the box" and opening my eyes to every walk of life, from a very early age.


Now, don't get me wrong, being raised the way I was has caused alot of issues in relationships, some closed minded morons I have called SO's/Fiancees had no clue what they were talking about, so I walked. Some told me I wasn't "right in the head" for thinking the way I do, but you know what?? I don't care. I love people for who they are, not what they are.

Being adopted has taught me how to be open to everyone that comes into my life.


My Dad Willie always taught me " There isn't such a thing as a Stranger, just a friend we've not made yet." Guess that is why I can make friends so easily, why I am so open with people in my life, those who come into my life are Friends, no matter who they are, what they have/don't have, what they are, how the chose to live their life, and so on.

Take Mike for example.

To people, Mike wasn't "right" for me.

Here I was a mom of 4 kids, divorced, and just had my stuff in line to make a new start.

He was a 21 yr old McDonald worker, who lived with his Aunt, hung out till all hours of the night, and didn't seem "right" to those I knew.

To me he was 21 but acting more mature than most men my age.
He was a hardworker, he had dreams, he had a life, he was the life of the party, no matter where he went, he always made people laugh/think.

To me, he was perfect.

There was a few extra qualities to him, but I loved it. I was tired of the stiff necked morons I had been with in the year after my Divorce. Those who had their head so far in the clouds, they'd drown if it rained.

Put us together, and you had the perfect completion.

I was the Yin to his Yang. He was the Yang to my Yin. We completed/complimented each other.

I had the people skills, he had the organizing skills. I had the understanding of "some people" he had the ability to make me rethink my thoughts on people.

Over the four years we were married, we both taught each other many things.

I taught him to love, he taught me to laugh.

So, you see I married the perfect match for me, not the one everyone thought I was "worthy" of.


I know my Dad Willie liked Mike, and at the time that was the only one I was worried about.

When Mike died, my Dad willie paid a pretty penny to have my husbands funeral.

I got upset because all Mike wanted was " Cremate me and bury my ashes with my Dad." Not some drawn out funeral, but I did it for the boys, and for his Great Grandpa.

Now, if I am adopted, how did I lose touch with my Dad Toms side of the family? Simple, life happens.

It wasn't purposely done, I promise you that. It just happened.


The last time I saw most of Toms side of the family, I was in my early teens.


Last time I saw Tom? To be honest, I can't really remember I am pretty sure it was after I had Malachi (98), so don't ask me..lol

My Dads have 6 grandbabies, just one of them got to see them and the other didn't.

It is because I am adopted I have taken on the motto " It takes more than DNA to make a family."

I have Aunts, Uncles, Cousins 2nd Cousins and they are all family to me, no matter whether or not we share the same bloodline or not.

There is a lesson in my life, and only those who have been where I am can understand it.

So never Judge a book by its cover, the story inside may shock you..