It’s not too often I feel misunderstood by my forever people. But this is one of those things they’ve never gotten right. It started a long time ago, and it’s one of those things I’ve always just done and always for good reason.
It started when I was a puppy. Something about eating together with my puppy brothers and birth mom was special. We didn’t ever have much, and I knew my birth mom worked find the scraps that we did have. So it meant something to me that we all ate together.
I carried it through even after that fateful day I lost them, almost out of respect for where I came from.
I’ve lived in my forever home for almost five people years now, and in all that time I think my people got it wrong. I used to wait for my forever mom to get home from that place called work to before I would eat. My forever dad thought this was because she is my favorite, but that is where he went wrong. I would agree she’s my person, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s the only one. My dear forever dad is equally important to me, as is dear baby Carter. I’ve even reserved a place in my heart for the new little person.
All this time, I think that’s what they assumed was my reasoning. They assumed wrong.
The reason I always waited for mom was she was the second (and last) of my people I waited for each day. When she came home, the family was complete. For the last year or so, she almost always beats dad home, so the tables have turned. Now its when he gets home that I feast on my delicious dinner of champions. Because that’s when the family is complete.
It’s one of those things I’ve always done. And that’s what I know my dear birth mom would have wanted for me. I didn’t get to spend much time with her, but she lives on in my heart, through the little things that make me who I am. I used to wonder if my people would ever figure that out. Now I know it doesn’t matter if they do.