My Katie

After I married the man I professed to be my one and only, I found out real quick getting married at such a young age just to escape the issues I had at home might not have been the smartest thing I ever did. My first husband was a good man, but not the right man for me.

My mother told me once I got married I could not come running home if things didn’t work out and at sixteen, I believed her. I vowed to myself I would make sure nothing went wrong so I could show mom I knew what I was doing. Everyone knows teenagers always know better than anyone else right? One night, during a fight with my husband, I put some things in a bag and said I was leaving. He looked at me and said “where do you think you are going, your mother doesn’t want you back”. I thought about that for a minute, then went back to bed. We stayed together for nineteen years.

After five years of trying to get pregnant, we were given the chance to adopt our daughter, Katie. She was just three days old and the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen but she was a challenge from day one. She never slept through the night until she was thirteen months old. I was afraid I was doing something wrong or that she already hated me. But, as time went on, we settled into a beautiful mother daughter relationship…until she turned fourteen!

By this time my husband and I were having real problems and decided to get a divorce. Of course, this hit hard with Katie. I felt so guilty because I didn’t want her to feel like she was adopted and from a broken home.

Bill and I met at work and became friends which lead to us falling in love and getting married . Like me, he had also been married for nineteen years. Bill has three beautiful children. And, guess what? His daughter’s name is Katie! So now we have my Katie, and your Katie…

Now, I’m seeing visions of my dream of having a big family of my own coming true right before my very eyes. We’ll blend our families and live happily ever after right? Wrong! Our kids didn’t really take to each other at all! Now what?

We worked hard to make sure each child had one-on-one time with us, took them all on family vacations, and did the best we could with what we had to work with to keep everyone happy, keep peace in the home, and keep our sanity.

When my Katie turned eighteen she left home. It broke my heart, but sometimes being a mom means loving your child enough to let them go.

Stay tuned for the birth of Shantel!

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Gotham Girl
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 20:20:26

    Great post! xoxo


  2. beyondcinderella
    Feb 10, 2012 @ 11:49:57

    This is only the beginning, keep reading things get really interesting as the story continues.



  3. Ronda Baird
    Feb 10, 2012 @ 15:26:32

    Dear Cinderella, You have found the second love of your life….”sharing with other’s your wisdom so they don’t feel alone as they hike the trails of life. I know you have certainly been a dear friend to me. You are always the one I think of when I need sound direction, clear thinking and just some good advice. Sometimes you have just been there to listen!

    So all that being said….do I tackle my pile of laundry or let the kids use it to pretend they are climbing Mt. Everest?

    Love you!


    • beyondcinderella
      Feb 10, 2012 @ 20:57:03

      Thanks for responding Ronda! I would play with the kids on Mt. Everest! Then, have them help you sort the laundry and let them know there will be a prize when it’s all done. You get to play with them and get your laundry done so everyone is HAPPY!! I miss you. Va.


  4. Megs
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 14:27:33

    Being a parent is hard, but you handle things with such grace & love. You always impress me with your faith & strenght.


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