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Family
As Darla turns 1 year old, I get to think about what family means.
When I was a child, I was adopted by Lloyd and Judy Keith. Or, Daddy and Mrs Keith , as she was a teacher at Holly Avenue where I was a student of Rose Fox.

Family
My family of origin was comprised of 4 children, Shawna, Shane, Sonya and Scott. Our mother was Sheila and we had a variety of fathers from what I surmise. The 1960’s and 1970’s was an era of free love, drugs, and really ugly clothing. For my mother, it was a time to try to find herself, validate herself through relationships with men, and self medicate her problems with drugs and alcohol. Needless to say – this did not make her the best mother.
I always felt loved and wanted. I think that made all the difference in the world. I knew my biological mother loved me and when I was adopted into a swarm of Sible and Keith family members – it was with enthusiasm, love and an absolute welcome that is still there today. We are legion and I love them back.
Family is not just of blood and bone, it is made of life long commitment to never let you go through life alone.
Some of you have been my friends since before I had my current legal Keith family. You have been with me this whole time and are my family too.
Planning Darla’s first birthday party I get to see the RSVP list and see names that were here for Jackie’s arrival in the world, and names that were here from when I was a child.
I am working on defining what family means, who our family is and mostly – trying to find the time to thank you who have been so faithful to our bond this whole time.
So, here is “another silly question”, what does family mean to you, and what will you do to protect and preserve that bond?
10Months old Today
It is November 10th and Miss Darla is 10month old.
Still toothless, but standing on her own. I have moved all the furniture in the living room to make a pit from which she can not escape. she likes to cruise around the parameter. I am hoping that if she hangs out there and not in her crib while DC works, she will like sleeping in her crib again. Last night she ad I slept in the pit together so she could cuddle on command and I don’t worry that she will wander off the bed.
She sounds like a “Tickle Me Elmo” when she laughs, and if we laughs at her – she laughs back. the same thing works for crying. Fortunately her night terrors are a thing of the past.
Her love affair with my hair continues – OUCHIE!
———————- smart moment of the week.
Friday she was in the dressing room area with me and I walked out to the hallway and she started to follow me. I told her to bring the snake toy she was playing with and she crawled back for it, grabbed it in her hand and laughed as she brought it to the living room with her. Yes, I think she understood.








