Hi! I'm Lindsay Ferrier. You might remember me from a blog called Suburban Turmoil. Well, a lot has changed since I started that blog in 2005. My kids grew up, I got a divorce, and I finally left the suburbs for the heart of Nashville, where I feel like I truly belong. I have no idea what the future will hold and you know what? I'm okay with that. Thrilled, actually. It was time for something totally different.
January 22, 2009
>I worry sometimes that you get the impression from this blog that I have an ideal blended family situation.
Well, don’t.
Blending a family is rough, even in the best of situations. I don’t write much about it because I want to respect my teenagers’ privacy, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have blended family drama on a regular basis.
I mean, on one hand, I feel lucky; I live in a mostly happy household. My stepdaughters make good grades and they generally make good decisions. We talk a lot and spend a good bit of time together, considering their ages and my workload.
But trust me when I say that this blended family is far, far, farrrrrr from perfect.
And for an admitted perfectionist, that knowledge can be difficult to accept. Find out how I’m dealing with it in this week’s newspaper edition of Suburban Turmoil.
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>*Chuckle*…your point on “persistence pays” will here, too…(as if I’m telling you something you don’t already know full well).Only TV can produce a ‘perfect’ family, and they’ve been gone since the end of Leave It To Beaver, Father Knows Best, The Waltons, and The Brady Bunch ;)In my humble estimation (from nothing more than reading), you do alright. Your two ‘adopteds’, along with Punky and Bruiser, could have done a whole lot worse for parents…but not any better.’Nuff said.
>That was really sweet!
>seriously – you have got to stop making me tear up! that really is sweet…
>When I was a teenager, I didn’t think I’d be cooking, doing laundry, wiping asses, cleaning, working 40+ hours a week at a day job in addition to handling some freelance stuff in my “free” time either. They’ll learn.We all do.*g*
>I’m telling you, it’s hard enough when they are your own flesh and blood, I can’t imagine the wrenches that get thrown in your situation. I am sure you have heard the “you aren’t my mom thing” and who knows what else.
>Yes,I can still remember the days when I thought that I would never cook because I would be an actress and someone would do all the cooking for me. Don’t worry, in a few more years she will be calling you up to ask you for the recipe. I didn’t appreciate my mom back then, but I certainly couldn’t survive without her advice now.
>Wow, 240 story ideas? Really? I’m in awe, truly.And the ending was sweet too. š
>That’s the kind of persistence that has a late, but long lasting return. Your girls are lucky to have you.And I love hearing the stories of your success. Particularly about the reporter!
>Actually, you do have the ideal blended family! When you get to the point where they treat you just like any other parent and you treat them just like any of your other kids, you’re there š