The first time I met my future stepson and his daddy, it was the summer of 2007. At the time I was invited by a friend of mine to go with her, her boyfriend and some of his friends to float down the river. When my friend and I got there we were introduced to my future hubbs and his son.
We met up and got our gear and headed down the river. On the way up the river we stopped and my friend talked me into jumping off a 40 foot cliff with her into the water. I know what your thinking, because I’m thinking it now. What the hell was I thinking? I actually lost my shoes in the water!
Afterwards it was the sweetest thing, this little boy offered me his sandals. Of course his dad stepped in and gave his son his own shoes (or else I wouldn’t have taken them). I remember thinking how sweet. What a gentlemen! He was 12 years old at the time.
Although I didn’t realize it at the time, a lot more happened that day then me jumping of a 40 foot cliff like some crazy person. My life changed forever for the better. Unbeknownst to me I found my future. My family.
Its funny how things happened sometimes. One minute I was a single mother to a 18 month old little girl just trying to provide a life for her. Within a year her and I added two more to our little wolf pack. And within two more years we had another daughter. On the day our sons little sister was born he made sure he was the first one to hold her. She was so tiny in his hands, yet he was so careful with her. Looking at them I thought to myself what lucky little girls they were to have such a good big brother. He was 15 at the time and I knew then he would always look out for both his sisters no matter what.
Around that time something amazing happened, our son picked up a guitar for the first time. Oh he was good, he was really good! I couldn’t believe it.
Of course just when he practically master’s it (a year and a half later) he shocks the hell out of all of us and switches to the drums. I’m not going to lie I was a little heart broken. He was so good on the guitar! He went on to master those as well, and in his senior year he was picked as the best percussionist in the entire county! He is now a junior in college, on a scholarship for music at San Francisco State University. He worked so hard. He practiced daily with his band. And went above and beyond all our hopes for him. He has such a bright future ahead. I can’t wait to see what’s next.
Although, I think of him as one of my own, I know he has an amazing mother and I don’t try to replace that. He doesn’t call me mom and he doesn’t have to. I know this might not be the case for some but I’m lucky enough to actually really like his mom. She’s genuinely a nice person.
As for me I never would have dreamed I would get to witness such an amazing journey. This small boy who I watched slowly grow into the charasmatic and amazing man he is today. I’m so proud of him. He is one of the most talented musicians I have ever met, and I’m just so glad I got to be a part of his life.
As I look back on my life I will always remember how a forty foot drop and a pair of sandals from one awesome kid changed my life.