Holidays provide time for rest and reflection.
Family Day is a special holiday, because it comes after Valentines and the anniversary of finalizing T’s adoption in court.
When T was a toddler, we loved reading Todd Parr’s Family Book, which spoke about families in all forms – nuclear, single parent or multi-generational households, same sex parents, adoption, bereaved families.
One thing that’s clearer as I get older is the importance of chosen family.
Family is not just defined by blood. It’s about bonds formed by choice over time, respect and love.
Last night, we enjoyed hotpot at a friend’s home – and the shared cooking and conversation felt wonderful and soothing.
T enjoyed playing with our friends’ teenaged kids, who were once much younger than T was.
As a parent of a child with FASD, quiet free time is a luxury and my circle – my chosen family – has tightened the last few years.
In many cases, the pandemic has created distance and in some cases, I decided to not spend my energy on fairweather relationships.
I am very thankful for the relationships that have endured through my parenting journey.
And I wish for T to be blessed, as I am, with his own chosen family as he moves through life – relationships that are respectful, soul-filling, lasting and that help keep him on the right path.