I always said that family is not who you are related to but rather it is the people that you love who also love you. I used to think that this was just something I said to make myself feel better because my family was so screwed up. But then we adopted and I truly understand that blood relations has nothing to do with it.
Yesterday we brought someone else into our family. A 17 year old girl. Her story reminded me a lot of my own and I wanted to help her so she moved in last night. The official story is that she needs a place to stay until she graduates from high school but I don’t intend to have her leave then unless she wants to. I think she will be just part of the family by then.
It is horribly tragic when people have kids and they are not willing or able to love and take care of them as they should and as the kids deserve. The beautiful soul has a horribly alcoholic and from what I understand a sometimes abusive father and a mother who is beyond neglectful. The mother actually came here yesterday at our insistence. I did not just want to take the girl in without verifying her situation to make sure her mother knew where she was. This mom asked me no questions about myself, my family, what we intended for her. I have not heard from her since she left her daughter here with us yesterday. I can’t imagine leaving my kids with someone that I did not know.
So this mother’s day, I have a third teenager that I am quickly thinking of as my own. I tread lightly here because whatever the circumstances, peoples relationships with their parents can be complicated. I don’t see myself as a replacement for her mother. More as a new member of my little tribe who is just here to receive love and support.
Thankfully my daughter is thrilled to have her and she is going the extra mile to make this new member of our household feel comfortable. Its a good thing. This girl does not seem to have many friends she has met in real life, most of them are from chat rooms. She does not have any family support although I have heard that her grandparents are quite lovely. I talked to her this morning about including her on our trip to our VT house this weekend and her face lit up. Just to be included, wanted. My heart breaks for her.
So I find myself relaxing just a little bit on the technology rules for the house as she makes dance videos with my daughter. And I find myself sitting back and watching her receive kindness and love. Love from one human being to another.
I want to tell her to relax, that everything is and will be ok. But it is too soon and she is too vigilant right now to take that in. For right now, its enough that she has a place to be and a family to be with. And I will take her to yoga. A place to learn to breathe through life. I want to tell her she is not alone. I keep hearing the expression “you are not alone, you have the whole universe inside you.” The lessons of yoga. Breath linked with motion, meditation. It helps. As the community helps. I hope that somewhere here there is something she can grab onto.
This mother’s day then will be even more special. It will include another person for me to love.