Dear Night Listener,
Things have been fairing well here, I suppose. I signed Jamie up for daycare, since during the busy work hours he’s more of a hassle then a help. He’s still too little to do much in the way of assisting me. I know, I know. He’s a kid, not a worker, but that doesn’t mean I feel comfortable ignoring him while I go about fixing up orders when things get quick in the café. I may not be mother material- don’t you dare protest!-but I’m not stupid. He’ll have much more fun at daycare anyway, where he can meet kids and get the proper mental stimulation he needs at his age.
But Jamie’s new “schooling” isn’t the only reason I’m writing to you. I’ve decided to-don’t laugh-adopt again. I am not getting motherly, so don’t you dare mention it! This adoption shall be a bit easier then the last. At least that is my hope. She’ll be “older” then Jamie and more likely to help out. Don’t tell me I’m wasting my time if I don’t want to be mother. You know how we ‘wolves are. We can’t trust our well being with simple strangers. She and Jamie can’t and never will be a pack, but…well there, I’ve lost my train of thought, thank you. I suppose it wasn’t very important to begin with.
Jamie seems happy at the idea of a new sister. Though having to explain the whole thing to him became quite an ordeal. I don’t understand the process wholly myself. The agency I visited said she’d be older, that much I understand. But there was a lot of talk of DNA, other planets, and I suppose “aliens” that it went right over my head. You know how I hate technology so. They told me a lot of things that I probably would rather have not learned. Some examples for you? They said she’d have “instincts” from a culture some of her genes were from? Yes, I don’t understand it either. When I think instincts, well I’m sure you know where my train of thought goes, us being ‘wolves. But I don’t think it’s the same thing.
In any case, they gave me a walkie talkie sort of thing to talk to her, since she’s not…ready to come yet? I didn’t quite understand that bit, but they recommended that I talk to her through it on a regular basis. Since I imagine I’d get odd looks if I just sat around in my café talking to a piece of mechanic equipment I decided to take it with me in my purse, apron, or whatever I could manage at the time. That way she could hear me talking throughout the day and I suppose when I got a moment and it wasn’t too strange I could just talk to her. Talking to someone I can’t see, however, is nearly beyond me.
Jamie is more excited then I am. Whenever he gets the chance he chatters into the device in his toddler speech. Perhaps he thinks he’s preparing his sister for the world or maybe he just gets lonely. I suppose I’m not the best company, not that that’s ever been my goal here. I hope when she does come, however, they get along. I don’t’ think I could stand a feud in the household.
Well, I must be off. Jamie needs to be picked up soon.
With love,
-Becca
