So four days ago my dad remarried. It was a very nice big wedding. Well when you get married at 47 you tend to know a lot more people and have a bit more money, so 300 people is just fine. I know that I have only written one post mentioning the fact that he was getting remarried, so I decided to write another and go a bit more into it. There are a lot of different feelings that are raging through ones body as your watch a parent get remarried.
You don’t want them to be alone the rest of their lives but you also don’t want routine of the life you had to make after losing a parents messed up again. Quite honestly, even though I am moved out, it seems as though life has never been normal since mom died. So now our lives are all thrown into the mixing bowl once again and we shall see what God creates.
I’ll start at the beginning. I know I have had many privileges that most kids didn’t get after my mom died. But I also had many more responsibilities so personally I feel as though it evened out. As soon as I got my drivers I was driving everywhere for everything, and taxing sisters everywhere for everything. I had great ideas and dad let me try them out. I also had to make sure there was supper on the table every night, and that the house was clean. When I started working and flying then the next sister in line after me had to start taking on those responsibilities. We had to make sure we had food for potlucks at church. We had to make sure the flower beds in our yard and garden were clean of weeds. We had to do laundry. It keeps one busy.
Now there is a new woman stirring up the pot. Someone told me that there will have to be a lot of respect on both sides for this to go smoothly and I agree. Some things my sisters will just have to live with and somethings Twylla will just have to live with. So long as they both give a little and both realize and understand that the other is sacrificing then theoretically it should work, with Jesus.
Along those lines the morning of the wedding I really wanted to go visit my moms grave, it ended up that we didn’t get a chance to. I wanted to remember her. I have thought over and over how this really isn’t how life should be, growing up in the years when you’d most need a mom without one.
Twylla is very kind in remembering that we aren’t her kids and she isn’t our mom and never will be. She also included my moms parents in the ceremony, but it was very hard for them. I think that it was difficult for anyone who was closely connected to my mom. I think that dad and Twylla make a great couple. To be honest for me Twylla will just be Twylla and mom will always be mom, there will be no merging of the two. I knew my mom. I remember her. I don’t give that title away lightly. It’s not that I’m trying to be rude or make her feel excluded, as Twylla will be grandma to my kids one day of that there is no question, yet with my mom still so close to my heart I can’t bring myself to call her that. Which is ok. So with this blog post your get to see a little about what has gone on in my life recently. I am very happy for the newlywed couple and know that they have a difficult road ahead going back to a home of 3 teenage girls. But I pray that Jesus is the centre of everything in that home.