August 11 is designated to spend some quality time with your youngsters or if grown, give them a call and tell them how special they are.
I’m lucky; I have one of each that are my own that live with-in an hour of us. We get together once a month for a family meal. The rest of the time I have to be content with texts, and calls because everyone is so busy. I also have some bonus-kids. The definition of that is children I claim as my own, but didn’t have to go through child birth for. That can apply to step children or any others you “adopt” along the way.
One of those ‘along the way children’ is a good friend of my husband’s son. Jon is from California but went to graduate school at the Newhouse School of Broadcasting in Syracuse, NY, then got a job near us. It is our privilege to be called his and his wife’s Rochester parents. We rescued him when he locked himself out of his apartment, loaned them a car, had them over for dinner, made sure they had birthday pies, drove them to the airport when needed, etc.; everything a parent would do except loan them money. They are now back in California and we miss them wandering in and out of the house. Their picture is on our mantle along with the natural kids.
I have an unproven premise about why a person is attracted to a certain type or look of another person, in the realm of girlfriend and boyfriend. Both of my kids first playmates of the opposite sex were blondies. I’m talking sitting on a blanket sharing blocks and Tupperware containers age. As teens and now adults, they are both still attracted to blonds first. My first boy friend was half American Indian. The male I notice first in a crowd, even today, has the darkest hair and eyes in the room. Like I said, I have no proof I’m right. Think about your own children and see if it applies to them, or yourself.
If you can’t see your children today, think about all the joy they have added to your life, yes, and heartache too. No matter how old our children get, they are still our babies. I think I’ll text mine and tell them I love them.
Sue Spitulnik 