In the midst of having to pick up a part for the air conditioning that is not working in the hottest day of the year, we decided to celebrate my birthday by going out to dinner. I chose to go the Applebees close to my husband’s work. They have a great two for $20 deal going on. We picked up the part from a friend of one of my husbands and then headed to Applebees. It was about 7 pm on Saturday night. I didn’t think about how crowded such a popular place would be. The parking lot was full. My husband said why don’t we drive to the one out by our house. I said let’s see what the wait is and then make the decision.
I walked into Applebees and put in our name. As I was telling the hostess that there were four in our party, I noticed my kid’s biological adoptive mother’s last name on the list. I was thinking that it wasn’t likely that it was hers. Although, we were in their area. The next minute I was being greeted by her adopted mother, Chelsey (this is not her name for this post I will not post it). Long story short Chelsey is my children’s second biological cousin. She hugged and we spoke a few words. Faith was hiding behind me. She hadn’t recognized her. I introduced Faith to her. It wasn’t that surprising that she didn’t since she hadn’t seen her recently. When Chelsey asked Faith if she would like to see her sister. Faith, of course, did.
While Faith was going to see her sister, Chelsey remarked that Faith looked so much like her sister. I told her that Jason looked a lot like their older brother as well. Would you like to see? Chelsey was excited to see Jason. Since my husband was still outside smoking, my son was with him. She wasn’t aware that we were all together. I asked if they had just gotten there. She said yes. I asked if she would like us to join them for dinner. Which we did.
The weird part of this is: all week I had been considering what the options were for the kids to visit with their siblings. It is really hard for this to happen because of the negative impacts that have happened to both of my children from the biological side. I don’t want to go into it. I do not want my kids traumatized more than they already are. After talking with Chelsey, I believe that we both have found ways for the kids to share time together.
Short end to this story, have you ever known that you were participating in one of God’s small miracles? I do now.