I am pleased, relieved and feeling great after allowing *Steve’s father and step-mother to meet their only grandson. It went really well. Max went to them with open arms the moment he saw them. He’s a friendly child to say the least, but it made it all the less awkward because of his loving greeting.
I am over the moon.
It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Panic over.
Now Max will have both lots of Grandparents in his life and I couldn’t be happier.
My child is so lucky. Born in the US, he is now a dual citizen as he has a British passport too. He will be raised as such. He’s going to be so diverse – although raised in the UK, my mother and step-father were born in Jamaica. His father’s father is American (mixed with Black, Spanish, Irish and a few more I believe!); whilst his step-mother is a Canadian Romanian Jew. One of his Godfather’s is my uncle; the other is a very dear, gay friend of mine who is mixed. One of his Godmothers is White American (a Sergeant in the US Army); whilst the other is Vietnamese. My wonderful, beautiful friend who drives me everywhere whilst I’m in the US, is originally from Bangladesh. I’ve known her for almost nineteen years. We studied and graduated together in the UK. She speaks to Max in her own language. (I’ve warned her, no swear words please!). He will call her “aunt”.
Max has no idea what great things he has created already. He is an incredible little boy, who has brought so much happiness to my life (even with him going through a major brat phase).
The sun is shining.
Things are looking up.
God is good.
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