Fiona's visit will happen this Friday starting at noon. She will be here till about 3 p.m. on Saturday. I am super excited as are the kids. This change in plans means that she is here for a family photo. Our church is doing a photo directory of the congregation and everyone who comes for the shoot gets an 8 x 10 of their family FREE! I am loving that, though I know i will probably buy some others as well if they come out 1/2 way decent.
K is not sharing our joy in this as she comes to the relationship with Fiona from a different place. She says she is fond of her, but she does not feel we are family. Extended family, or a resource, but not family. I am a weirdo I guess. She is my daughter. She is family. I think families are created in different ways and that parenting a child, particularly a child of trauma can look very differently. We have talked about it but at this point, it is more agreeing to disagree.
On Saturday, Fiona is stuck coming to the dance school and hanging out with me for a long morning. I am going to bring the kids DS and my cell phone which has a couple of games on it so she can amuse herself. It is mere weeks to recital and I know the kids can't miss. I also know KC would have a breakdown if I asked him to miss. He loves his sister dearly but he takes his dance very seriously--way more seriously than I did at that age. Actually make that more seriously than I did EVER! LOL After we get out of the studio, we will go and get Fiona's prom dress fitted for an alteration. She wants it shortened and I have found someone who appears up to the challenge. From there I hope that the weather will cooperate for a picnic. That would be fun and low key and different for her. She will head back to school about 3 so it would be just about right time wise.
It was a good phone call tonight as Jane and Fiona and I hashed out all the plans. We also talked about how scared we all felt last weekend when the citywide lockdown happened. Fiona I know had behavioral issues but I think that between the disappointment of not seeing us and the anxiety caused by knowing what was going on, it was understandable. She sounded surprised when I said we were nervous and worried too--about her. And that is not a lie. She was in my thoughts and KC was the first to ask if she was okay when he heard what was going on in the big City.
So our plans have morphed and reshaped and I find myself all ready looking forward to the weekend!