Saturday, November 15, 2014

KIDULTS

I was lucky enough to be blessed with one child, a daughter.

When I married at age 21, having left a tiny house filled with eight people, we decided to not have children.  My Dad was a carpenter and the sole wage earner.  In Ohio that meant usually not much work in the wintertime.  Our "vacation" each year was to eat out at a Chinese restaurant ... where we could order anything ... as long as we ate it all.

But you know, I never felt "poor" because my Mom made everything so fun!  My Barbie doll got new (homemade...and some were the same fabric as MY new dress!) clothes at Christmas.  She would help me design the cardboard box house complete with wrapping paper wall paper.  A cigarette carton was wrapped in fabric for a sofa and we sewed tiny pillows.  We also made salt clay food items.  Actually, my friends who had their own bedrooms and ten times more Barbie stuff ... preferred to play at my house.

Anyway, when my biological clock began to tick, I changed my mind about wanting a kidlet.  Husband No. 1 could not be persuaded.  I came home from work one evening to discover he had had a vasectomy (without discussion)  so that was the end of that.  Then meeting a great older guy who already had teenagers, I figured oh well.  And then surprise.

These past months here in Oregon have been so much fun.  We get together about once a week.  Jesse loves to cook.  And then Kate cleans up.  Last night was rump roast (which I have never had before!)(big pieces of meat are daunting to me), cooked medium rare.  With carrots and celery and I taught him to make gravy (or "dip dip" as Braeden calls every sauce).  Garlic bread and then I practiced the crash smashed potatoes.  Everything was a hit!

Kidlets who grow into Kidults are pretty awesome.  Of course, adding a couple of grandsons sure hasn't hurt either!

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  1. Things always seem to work out the way the should, if you wait long enough. I'm glad you have your family so close you can take part in their lives.

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    1. Things are never perfect, that's for sure. Yet I am glad I have this relationship with my kidults and the baby kidlets. It is a different kind of friendship!

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  2. The good thing about Kidlets are the grand Kidlets!!!

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    1. I so agree! I've had a terrible, horrible, awful ten years of struggles with my kidult ... the babies are such a reward!

      The parents seem to be growing up ... s-l-o-w-l-y but surely!

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  3. It's great to live close to your kids. My son and his family live a couple of hours away, and that's the closest they've ever been. It's much better. I would hate for them to move further away.

    We're having pot roast tonight... with carrots, onions and potatoes. A great cold-weather meal. Hope things go well with your guests tonight.

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    1. I was the first sibling to move out of state. My sister followed. And then a brother. Now the boys are all close to where the home base was. Sister about 4 hour drive from Columbus.

      Now I'm trying to organize a maternal family reunion next summer!

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  4. I'm glad your first dinner party was so pleasant! I have a sis-in-law who loves cooking and entertaining. Just spend the weekend with her and the whole family, eating and visiting. It's an alternate and exhausting universe to this kidless, semi-vegetarian, athletic person. My blogging friends, like you, have really helped me realize how many wonderful choices there are for living a fulfilling widowed life. I love reading how we women are finding our way through twists and turns we never could have predicted!

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