Sausage, syrup and a new baby

It's funny how the brain works. You can't remember the name of a song that you just heard on the radio or what you ate for lunch the day before but you can remember the tiniest details about an event that occured decades ago. Such is the case with a very important date in my life. It was cold out, as cold as it gets in Arizona in the winter. It was January 23 and the donor and I were on our way to the hospital to see mom and the new baby. I was so excited. Before we made our way to TMC the donor decide to take me to Mc Donald's. He wanted to do something special with me before the reality set it that I was no longer the center of attention.

Now when you are little eating out is a big deal. It was an even bigger deal for me because it was my time with "daddy".***Please note that the term daddy is and will always be what I call the man that raised me. I used it here to paint a picture of what the little four-year-old was thinking.***

I ordered hotcakes and sausage. Yummy! Now at some point in the meal syrup got on my sausage and I refused to eat it. Yuck! Sausage with syrup. No way I was eating that. The donor convinced me to try it after he himself ate it and said that sausage with syrup was yummy. I ate it. On January 23, 1977 I ate sausage and syrup. No looking back. It was wonderful!

After our breakfast I met my little sister. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was and still is gorgeous. I wasn't the center anymore but that was ok because I now had a little sister. Driving home I keep unbuckling myself so I could see her in the front seat.

That day was significant for many reasons. First, I discovered that sausage and syrup go great together. Ask the guy in the drive through at Mickey Dee's. I love those blasted sausage McGriddles. Sausage, hotcakes and syrup in a sandwich......GENIOUS! Second, my "wittoo thister" was born, (you'll hear alot more about her and the 5 siblings as I catalog my life). Finally, some 31 years later I recognize the influence that "daddy" had. The power that one man had to build me up or crush me to bits. I suppose I have always known that he had that power, but looking back on that event reminded me of just how much. He convinced me to eat those sausage links with syrup, didn't he?

As the cataloging of my life continues you will see that the donor's failure to keep his commitment to my mother was also a failure to keep his commitment to me and the new baby.

I leave you with this...

Men, if you have children...be their daddy. You have the power to affect their lives in a big way. Don't leave behind a legacy of bitterness, anger, disappointment and abandonment, (by the way you can abandon your family without leaving). Leave a legacy of love, gentleness, and joy. Trust me, your kids will thank you.

My mom has this saying, (she got it from her mom), "Tell me who you hang around with and I'll tell you who you are." She used to tell me this when she didn't like one of my friends. I believe that the same is true of our parents. Who do you want your children to be? Be that and they will be that too.

Joy, love and Sausage Mc Griddles for all
andie

My first time

I was born to a couple of youngins back in the 70's. My mother was only 20 when I was born, nowadays kids are having babies in their teens so I suppose that 20 is considered old. I lived a fairly normal life until the year I turned 7. The donor, that is what I call my biological father, decided to go back on his commitment to love and honor my mother and left her for another woman. My mom bounced back and eventually married the man that I call dad. I have lived a life full of joy, laughter, sadness, pain, disappointment, failure, success, fear, love, anger, doubt and peace. Now in my thirties I have gained much wisdom from my life so far. This blog is an attempt to share that wisdom and the many moments that fill my life. I will be honest and real. I will open up and share the secrets deep in my heart.

I may make you laugh, maybe even cry. Hopefully I will never bore you.

Welcome to the life and times of andie!