So I definitely have fallen short on my blogging.
Its just not a habit I have gotten into, but there has been a common trend as of late when people find out a little bit more about me.
They all ask me how I turned out so "normal"?
Now I put normal in quotations because really how do you define normal. But in the situations I've been in as of late and the way I grew up, I would definitely be the "normal" one in one part of my family.
I mean to the average person I must look like I have the average life. Stay at home mom, 2 kids, husband who works. But considering my past its not what one might expect my life to have ended up as.
The most strage situation I have found myself in involves my one and only full blood sister. last fall I had found out she had been moved out of my mothers house and up here to calgary. As to why i could only really speculate. I had heard things from various people but I dont tend to speculate on things unless from the source.
So imagine my surprise when, Christmas day, I'm talking to my brother on his mission and my dad comes over and says "does he want to know where Sarah is". I was getting off the phone at the time and just ignored the question until I was off. And then my dad was mad at me. I couldnt understand why until he said "I know where she is. Shes living at Grandma Whites."
Now many of you can not imagine the MULTITUDE of feelings I felt in that instant. I had not talked to her in over a year,and the last time we spoke she hung up on me on my mother's behalf. so needless to say we werent on very good terms to begin with. This is the same girl who refused to come to my wedding reception because my Dad was going to be there, who had seen our baby sister who is now 8 maybe 3 times since she was born, who called our Dad by his first name. So to find out she was two blocks away from my dads house was a little overwhelming.
I had heard through various sources that she was dating my step fathers brother, known as uncle as we were growing up and is old enough to be her dad and infact has kids our age and is still married, and had just blown it off, but now it was very close to home.
Fast Forward 3 weeks to my little sister's birthday. We had made plans to go to Dads house for dinner at 5 o'clock when at 4, as i was feeding miss Kyla before it was time to leave, we get a phone call from my step mom asking us to come over as quickly as possible because Sarah was there with her "bf". Talk about a shock I was totally not prepared for. So I got to the place that is my second home, my safe haven, and all of a sudden I felt very Invaded. I had to take a deep breath and mentally breathe before I could even step into the house. And when My SM introduced "him" to everyone she said the look on my face was like my head split open and a viper came out. Thankfully "he" did not stay long and although having Sarah there for dinner was uncomfortable, and how letting her hold my baby made me very uncomfortable yet I did, and when she put her arm around my baby sister I wanted to snap her arm in half, but I was cordial and polite as I could be.
We wont even go into the fact that she has been living at my dads mothers house since October and she didnt feel the need to tell anyone until Christmas eve about it. We wont go into that betrayal.
So really I dont know how I turned out so "normal". Whether its because of the friends I had growing up, the fantastic Young Women's leaders, or church leaders or that I always had my Dad and SM around to show me a good example of normal. I usually chalk it up to a classic case of "what not to do" examples.
Either way I'm glad I am the way I am no matter how I got here.
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