I have been blessed with exceptional children. That being said, there have been times I would have gladly pushed any one of them down a flight of stairs and told God they fell.
The oldest son is Daniel. Daniel is my American child, born to me and my first husband. Definitely one of the good things that marriage produced. He is a long distance truck driver, based out of Omaha, NE. His wife and family live in Miami. He is father of three, grandfather of five. He started early ;-D. This post is not about Dan.
My daughter is Elisa. She has been mine since I married her father almost 25 years ago. Elisa came to the US when she was not quite 14, did not know a word of English, and had been abruptly informed that she was moving to Miami to live with her Papi and his new wife. She graduated high school with honors, went to college and obtained her master's in child psych and special education. Elisa now teaches special needs children in the Broward County School System, getting them ready for mainstreaming into the system. She is the mother of one of the Grandbrats. She is an American citizen. This post is not about Elisa.
Then, there is Alex. Ah, yes, Alex. Alex is Macho Man's son from his first marriage, and he has also been mine for more than half his life. He is a Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC. He has done his time in Iraq. He is the father of another Grandbrat. He is an American citizen by choice. This post is about Alex.
Alex was 15 when he came to live with us. In Honduras that meant he was a man. Of course, to me, the Gringa, also referred to as 'that woman', he was an adolescent child. You can imagine the conflicts this brought about. The first years he was here, he would tell anybody that asked that he hated the US; he hated Miami; he hated the food; he hated the schools, but most of all, he hated me. Alex was my gang wannabe.
Alex and I fought over his long hair. We fought over his pants hanging down so low they were in danger of falling off, and being so baggy the entire family could have fit in them. We fought about what time a teenage boy should be in for the night. We fought about his choices for friends. You get the picture.
Thank goodness, as we both grew older, we came to really love and respect each other.
Last night we were talking to Alex and he said the most incredible things to me. He said he wants me to know I am his real mother. He said that he really regretted that when we were still in the States he had not called us more often. He said, "Now that you are in Honduras, this country feels so empty!".
I am so glad I did not push him down those stairs!
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