Eleven years ago I had a Dr. Laura moment. I was really into Dr. Laura at the time. She had just started her radio show and she was the “rage”. We lived in Bakersfield and all four of our children (15, 14, 9 and 7) were in private christian schools. I LIVED by what Dr. Laura said. People would call in and share their problems with her and ask for advice, and I would be thinking, “Oh my gosh, how do people get into these messes.” Looking back now, I was quite judgmental. Everything was black and white. Why? I felt like I had total control of my life. If I always made the right decisions, life would be simple. If these people lived a life like I did then heck, they wouldn’t end up with problems and in situations that they were calling into Dr. Laura about. YUCK! I was being just like Dr. Laura. Live a certain way (Dr. Laura’s way) and life will be fine. Make bad decisions (remember Dr. Laura doesn’t make mistakes) and life will be out of control.
It was a regular day in my life. Wake up, make breakfast, get the kids to school (I make it sound simple don’t I? Well, trust me…it was far from that!). I stopped by the grocery store on my way home, pulled into the driveway, grabbed some groceries and headed for the front door. On the porch, there was a priority mail envelope addressed to my husband. I picked it up, noticing the return address was from Sacramento. We had a rental in Sacramento at the time and I thought to myself, “Oh great, renters are moving out.” I tossed it on the kitchen table and headed back out to the car to get the rest of the groceries. I continued with my daily routine until after lunch time when it was just about time to get the kids. When I passed by the dining room table, the envelope caught my attention and I decided I’d open it up and see what was going on with the renters. Might as well get it over with.
I was stunned. I felt like someone had pulled the rug right out from under my feet. It was surreal. There was a letter inside another envelope that said, “Dear Steve, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Tracie, our daughter who just turned 25 years old, has a medical condition and the doctor would like to know medical history on your side of the family…” WHAT? I reread it. I promptly picked up the house phone and called my husband’s beeper (we didn’t have a cell phone back then, we had beepers) and punched in the numbers 9-1-1. This was our code for an emergency. My hubby called immediately. After I told him about the letter, he explained that there was a girlfriend when he was 16 years old…
We had a paternity test done and sure enough…99% positive. She is the spitting image of my hubby. Thinks like him, walks like him, laughs like him, smiles like him and she even doesn’t like ice in her drinks like him. CRAZY.
I can’t imagine life without Tracie. She has been SUCH a huge blessing to our family. I don’t remember life without her. It’s like she has always been there. She has been a wonderful sister to our children, an honorable daughter to my husband, and a wonderful friend to me. We have been there for a wedding and she has given us 2 amazing grandson’s – Alex and Tyler. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her and our beautiful grandsons and thank God for her…and also thank Him for humbling me and realizing that Dr. Laura isn’t ALWAYS right! ha!
Where am I going with this? I’m waiting. Awaiting the birth of her 3rd little boy, our grandson. I tried to be there for the birth of our 2nd grandson, but I didn’t get there quick enough! I’m praying she can hang on until Sunday when I get there (she is supposed to be induced on Wednesday). Yesterday, at her appointment, the dr. discovered that baby Logan (that’s his name) was breech. They were able to turn him around without a problem. Yay!
I’m honored and excited to be with Tracie when her son, my grandson comes into this world! Hang on baby Logan, wait till Nana gets there!
A little side note: My purpose for this blog, is mostly crafts, decorating, etc. etc. BUT, I enjoy sharing milestones in my life. I want you to know that my life isn’t perfect. I have days that are awesome and days that aren’t so good. Sometimes my house is clean and sometimes it looks like a tornado hit and yes, I yelled at my children and guess what? They still love me. We all just do the BEST we can, be the BEST person we can…and life marches on…
Written with the permission of Tracie.
Tracie and Tyler
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