|Bethany & Trevin: Fourth of July 2014|
Today I write to you from my home office, which is littered with Duplo Legos, a vintage Marshall Fields ABC baby quilt, and plastic trucks and toys. This is pretty significant, given that two months ago, my office was only slightly littered with Post-It notes, files, metaphysical and holistic health books, and speech communication and feminism textbooks.
It was a female's female tableau of controlled chaos consisting of papers, scribbled notes to Self, a half-empty bottle of Chanel Mademoiselle, and lipstick marked coffee cups.
So why is this Rolling Diva's office now featuring cars, trucks, and legos? Because through the love and collaboration of close family, my husband and I have adopted my biological great-nephew.
Yep! The Rolling Diva has become a Rolling Mommy - again!
Tyson and I were thinking we might be seeing light at the end of the parental tunnel with our daughter's senior year of high school upon us. We had sat and envisioned the travel we'd be boasting, the cocktails we'd be toasting, the parties we 'd be hosting, and the steaks we'd be roasting Brazilian style. Honestly, we were starting to call the house The Micro Mansion due to all of the fun plans we had for the joint!
And then we placed ourselves back at "Start!" The miraculous happened, and through circumstances, all of which are imbued with and based in love, we became adoptive parents to the most magical little boy I have ever known. Those close to me knew quite clearly that such an adventure was not on my list to do; yet those very close to me knew that it was a secret longing in my heart.
Funnily enough, a few weeks before all of this synchronized, I was of course, out shopping for bargains. I love to shop consignments and Goodwill to glean great buys, particularly in the realm of fabulous shoes and bags. In fact, the Marshall Field vintage ABC baby quilt I mentioned earlier is actually is a Goodwill bargain beauty.
One day, I innocently rolled into Goodwill to find that they had randomly received a mother load of Chanel, Prada, Gucci, Kate Spade, and Coach bags.
I nearly peed.
I trolled through the bins, hugging each and every designer handbag lovingly before settling on what is now my new-to-me Chanel school-bag-purse. And after some very brief deliberation, I caved and also left with a white alligator Prada bag.
You know, for funzies.
I was so happy I took pictures of them and posted them to Facebook, hailing the praises of smart Goodwill shopping. And then, within a week I found myself back at Goodwill returning the Prada bag.
A week after that I was back cashing in the gift card for a cartload of baby clothes.
And then a week after that I traded my beloved Smart Car for a Honda Element, shocking the hell out of my husband, the car dealership, and myself. I admit it. I cried a little. Okay...I cried a little at the dealership, and a little more the next morning when my beloved Smart Car was no longer in the driveway.
However, a week after that, far better than any material possession could possibly provide...I became the mother of a beautiful baby boy.
Had anyone told me weeks before, that I would ever trade a Prada bag for baby clothes, give up my hot little car, and willingly start the parenting path all over again at this stage of my life - I would have chanted through a bull-horn, "Oh, hell no!"
Yet, here I am, the happiest that I have ever been, traveling the joys, the highs and lows of learning how to manage a toddler, a senior in high school, an ambitious husband, and my own ambitious self in a whirlwind of effervescent life. To to try and describe it, I would say that it feels like an out-of-body experience, a rushing vortex of thrilling energy, and a rush of refreshing cold air all at once.
To try and encompass the unfolding of all of the events leading up to this miracle in my life with mere words, "Divine Timing," "Divine Intervention," "Cosmic Orchestration" (or whatever you choose to call it) would still fall tremendously short.
Has it been perfection?
No. Not at all. It has been very human experience full of learning, cooperation, give and take, and new ways of maintaining balance. Everyone in the house has a new role to play. Everyone in our immediate and extended family have new roles to play. All of us have grown from it.
While I have parented an early childhood age from my chair with Rolling Diva Style...parenting a near two year old from a chair has challenged me to pull out all stops imaginable in creative problem solving. As it happens, accessibility, strollers, diaper changes, tubby time, private time, cooking, dinner time, travel, socializing, and shopping...it's all changed...and hardly any of it fits together naturally, smoothly, or like I thought it would.
Getting in and out of the car, grocery store, or even the house takes a lot longer and involves far more awareness than balancing a Starbucks, laptop, and files - not to mention loading and unloading the damn chair into the car.
Shopping has gone from 'serious' internal debates of which shade of red rocks the sex goddess in me - yet easily transitions into corporate mogul wonder woman - to figuring out which developmental toy is needed for "lil' man" that isn't too above or below his ability.
I used to think that trying to make my specialty secret-sauce spaghetti was a challenge with two Jack Russells and a not-so-bright Pug mingling around the kitchen as difficult. Level Ten of such a culinary project is that much harder with the Russells, the Pug, and now the Boy and his toys!
Yeah. This is definitely gonna be a Rolling Diva Lifestyle Adventure - and you know what? - I am so glad I can share it with you! While Raspberry Vogue has no intention of becoming a Mommy Blog...it will certainly include the adventures, challenges, and rewards of this new chapter in my life.
After all...Who would I be if not a storyteller of my Rolling Diva Lifestyle if I did not include my Grit with my Glitter?
I mean really....This Rolling Diva Mommy carries a Chanel bag with diapers, a laptop, lipstick, and professor paraphernalia in it while wearing stripper heels. Seriously, my son already knows the words
"Chanel," "Booty," and "Excuse Me?" He also dances to "The Gummy Bear Song," and "Ace of Base" on the beat.
So, Thank You, readers, for allowing me to share this life changing moment with all of you.
By the way - you can leave comments and ask me questions. I will personally read them and answer them! Maybe that way we can help each other solve the world's problems while managing things like disabled parenting, the rights of women with disabilities, education, health, and spirituality...with a touch of spice, sass, and style!