Well, people loved hearing about the crazy boy who turned into my husband! I have had so many questions; legitimate ones. “How did his family feel?” “How did they react to you?” “When did you tell Shelby?” So….I will continue the Michael and I story here in this blog.
Well, of course his family loved and still love him. They were not too sure of me. I can’t blame them at all. Of course, at that time, I just didn’t understand why they didn’t know I loved him. As a mom with a soon to be 17 yr old boy I can say that I would not be too sure about the situation if my son came home with a girl who was pregnant by someone else. Like any relationship it took time. They got to know me and my heart…they talked to me and heard my story. They realized that I really did love Michael. I will say this…they never judged me and they never treated Shelby any way but like family. After a little bit, they came to see that I wasn’t looking for a daddy for my baby when Michael came along. I wasn’t looking for anything; but God had a plan.
As far as telling Shelby that Michael wasn’t her biological father, we waited until she was about 12. Why did we wait so long? Well we waited because we thought it was best. We wanted her to be able to understand the whole story. BUT we didn’t want her to old enough to feel like she had been lied to for her whole life. I know you are asking yourself “well, how did you tell her? What did you say?” Well, I am so glad you asked :)
We simply told her the truth. I told her that her father had not been ready. Even though he was way older than I was, he just wasn’t ready to mature. I told her he left us. I told her I went to school and worked at Publix to save money to buy everything I needed to provide for her because at that point I didn’t know I was going to have a husband. She cried. She wept. She just looked at us like we had shattered her life. That’s some of the worst pain I have ever felt as a mom…the feeling that I ripped my daughter’s heart out. We asked her if that made her feel any different about Michael. She just looked at us. Then, she went to take a shower. I remember this like it was yesterday. She called me into the bathroom. Once I was in there she said this “momma, remember how you asked me if this made me feel different about daddy? Well, it does…it makes me love him even more.” I knew then that God was in control of all of it! All the pain that I had felt, all the pain that she could’ve felt. God brought me into a family-Michael’s family that accepted me and Shelby. They love us. God brought me a husband and Shelby a dad.
In summary, I just want to say that I love writing these because it makes me remember all that Michael and I have been through. It makes me look back and remember times that I usually don’t think of. It makes me see the hand of God was all over our lives way before we served Him. He has a plan…believe it!
Now, as you know we have a son named Brandon and no, I haven’t forgotten him. He has his own blog coming…. :)