I admit it’s weird being a poster on my author’s blog, but she thought if I came in to write something, it would help spark some creativity. I asked her what topic she wanted me to post on, and she said, “Whatever you want.” Since she was so vague, you can blame her if this post turns into a major snooze-a-thon.
What some people are probably wondering is what Jane and I are doing while we’ve been abruptly put on hold while Ruth works on those four books. If you remember, she left us in Sioux Falls at a train station. Well, since then, we have found a hotel and have been quite content to enjoy the bed… Uh, I mean sightseeing. Yes, we’re checking out the sights. And while I can’t speak on behalf of Jane, I am enjoying every minute of it.
But I do realize that this can only go on so long. Sooner or later, we have to make our way to where my mother might be. I have mixed feelings about it. Sure, I sympathize with her situation. No doubt at fourteen she had little control over what others did to her, but I am wondering how she ended up in her line of employment. I’m not sure I want to find out. Whatever the story is, it’s bound to be unpleasant. Granted, as a preacher, I’ve seen some of the harsher realities of life, but it’s different when it involves the woman who gave you life, you know?
Of course, in no way do I disregard the parents I had growing up. I still consider them my mother and father. I think the stigma being what it is to be born out-of-wedlock, they didn’t mention it to me or anyone else they knew so that I didn’t have to grow up with snide remarks. Who knows how my life would have been had they told others, but that is a moot point because it’s not how things happened. Needless to say, I had a wonderful childhood and wouldn’t change it for anything.
So I don’t regret the way things have been for me, but I’m sure my real mother has her own take on events. From her perspective, things couldn’t have been pleasant. I’m not sure what to expect. Will she be glad to see me? Will she wish I wasn’t going to show up at her front door? Will she even remember me? For all I know, I could be one of several children she had. I’m just glad Jane’s going to be with me. I don’t think I could do it myself. Between the two of us, Jane has more inner strength. She probably doesn’t realize how much I’ve come to depend on her, but I guess that’s why God said it wasn’t good for man to be alone when He created Eve.