FAMILY DYNAMICS | ADOPTION
My Daughter’s Nephew is Also Her Brother
Things may not be as they appear
You can put a dog in a tutu but a ballerina he is not.
That’s an easily identified disguise. Some outer appearances are not so obvious.
I am a grandma and look like one next to my grandson. But am I really his grandma? Sort of. I mean, yes.
But I am so much more as of January 24, 2024. I entered the Justice Complex as an older dog and the judge slapped a tutu on me.
The Rocky Road
What a difference six years can make. The last time I walked through the doors of the same courtroom in Brevard County Florida, in 2018, my daughter had annihilated the small swinging door and it hung on for dear life — dangling from the last remaining hinge.
I shuddered with embarrassment every time it creaked.
Agitation suffocated everyone, fear radiated from a few, and my daughter and her boyfriend spewed vile as they were cuffed and carted off by deputies. We were a mess.
I lugged my five-month-old grandson — their child, in his carrier to perform the family court duties required, alone and heavy-hearted. It was a dark time dictated by static and negativity.
