So I realized that a lot of stuff from my original blog intro is no longer accurate. There are some things that some of my closest friends didn't even know, because it was painful & awkard to talk about in the beginning. Here's an update...
Our pseudo-adopted teen is gone. She went to live with some cousins that have also been very influential & helpful to getting her mother some help she needed. I'm not happy about the way the change happened nor it was the right time, but part of loving a child is teaching them all you can as a parent and then allowing their free will to take over. Baby birds can't fly unless the mother kicks them out of the nest; baby giraffes learn to run because the mama giraffe keeps knocking it over every time it stands up. So all I can do is hope that she learned the things she needed to learn about life in the time that she was here and that when the time arises, she will remember those things and make the right decisions for herself...
Also I have been loving my neighborhood even more since I've been having to defend her to ignorant people who have know idea what its like to live in Ridgedale as of late (probably more on that later). I have actually been meeting more people in the few blocks around our house. The Ridgedale such a melting pot of people... I am less of a minority than I thought. Our neighborhood is predominately African-American; that part is true. But I have discovered that one the block across the street, there are at least 2 white families, 2 Hispanic families, and a few mixed race families. On the 2 blocks between us and McCallie Ave., there is a white outdoorsy couple that always has a kayak on the roof of their car, another white family, at least 2 mixed-race families, and at least 2 Hispanic families. I truly think my neighborhood is amazing. Ridgedale represents the melting pot that is America and I am proud to live here.
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