My Story I

Since I have some free time, because both of my babies are sleeping, I will write.

My parents met in 1988 while working at the same Mercedes-Benz dealership in Sacramento. My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a go-for. Both of my parents describe their early relationship as being like animal magnetism. From the stories I have heard they were pretty crazy. My mom had been married before and from that marriage had my older sister Tasha. Dad said that Tasha would look at you with those huge blue eyes and you wanted to give her the world. Although her eyes are now green you still want to give her the world because of her sweetness and patience. I digress, November 26th 1988 I was conceived. Because of my parents unashamed bluntness I know this date. Mom knows exactly because it was after my mother's cousin's wedding.
It was a rough relationship from the beginning. My parents separated when my mom was pregnant with me. My mother's family was having a hard time with this all. In mom's words they were, "patting me on the back for not having an abortion and kicking me in the ass for not giving you up for adoption." I am so glad that she decided not to.One of the deciding factors for her keeping me was my Papa. She told me that she was crying to him, frustrated about everyone telling her what to do and he said, "Ramona, what do you want to do?" She looked at him and said she wanted to keep me. Another factor was when mom was going for counseling and the pastor said to her what if she gave me up and I became a "dynamo for Jesus" and mom never got to see it? That, I think, was the end of the battle of whether or not to give me up for adoption. Then there is my name. Of how I became Jordan Elizabeth. However you will just have to wait until tomorrow for that story as I need to organize my books into a chest of drawers so that they are not in Rubbermaid bins anymore.
                                           Until next time Readers.