We spent the next two days in the comfort of Rose and Tony’s
home and spent quality time together. We watched a Philippine folk dancing of their
son Tony and the Caesar Chaves High School band DVD of their daughter
Priscilla.
While there, we met their Pastor friend and wife. Married
for 25 years and unable to conceive children, they applied to be Foster
Parents. When they came for a visit they brought three girls (all sisters) whom
they agreed to foster. The eldest was 12, the middle was 3 and the youngest was
10 months. All these pretty girls had problems due to a mother who smoked crack
during her pregnancies and Child Welfare removed them from their mom’s home. The
Pastor and his wife had prayed for children to care for and in one instant they
had a full spectrum family. (Be careful for what you wish for….your wish just
may be granted). Anyways, Janet who was twelve sat beside me for diner and we
talked in English as Nori and Rose talked Tagalog to the Pastor and his wife. I
did very well in age 12 lingo…I’m so proud of myself. After dinner Janet asked
if she could call me grandfather…..wow….my heart stopped (my eyes are welling
up as I write this now) and I said of course you can sweetie. Sometimes we just
take things for granted! I am now a proud adopted grandfather and just when I
thought it was impossible to be a grandfather again. I happily wear the badge.