Today I took John's girlfriend out to lunch. Yes, the one I scared. It was fun. I like her.
Good thing too. She's going to be the mother of my next grandchild.
You know, it's not as hard to deal with when it's your son, it's not a surprise, and you've already been through the whole thing in the past year.
Practice makes perfect, I guess.
He wanted me to wait and tell people until after he had a job. I'm not sure why that matters so much to him, but I finally told him babies were good news and it was time for me to share it. I was having a grandchild and I wanted to tell people.
He has told his siblings -- except Kyle. He is afraid to tell Kyle. He's afraid he will give him a hard time, which he probably will.
As is the case with Salinda, the situation is less than perfect. John's girlfriend has a good head on her shoulders, has a part time job, is over 18 and is trying to finish high school. Her parents are divorced, but both are supportive. She communicates well and is committed to being a good parent. However, John may be heading back to jail, he isn't going to school, and even though he is desperately trying to find one, he does not have a job.
It seems kind of anticlimatic this time -- kind of a been there, done that thing. And I'm not sure how I feel about my own response to the whole thing.
And Salinda now has tickets back to MN purchased for next Tuesday. She should move home after that. Operative word, should. We'll see when the time comes.