Now We Celebrate Our Son’s Re-Birth Day
If he hadn’t graduated to Heaven we’d be celebrating his 42nd birthday
No more birthday parties to plan
I confess, one of my least favorite parts of parenting was planning birthday parties. The first birthday party for Jason I attended was not one I planned. My next door neighbor planned it. She was Jason’s foster mom. She invited us so we could meet Jason’s sister Sarah in a non-threatening way. She knew we wanted to adopt both children. Sarah’s foster home was in a different city, so we thought Jason’s fifth birthday party would be the ideal place for an introduction.
The picture below was taken at the party in 1982. The people with white faces don’t live on earth anymore. The young blonde ones, Sarah (standing) and Jason (sitting in foreground) became our children. The woman standing was our neighbor who fostered Jason. She later adopted both of the other children in the photo. A few years ago she died of injuries incurred when a motorcycle jumped the curb and hit her when she was out walking her dog. It could have been me. We took frequent walks in our neighborhood together when I still lived next door to her.
