First Time Providing

sleeping on the couchFirst Post

That first night, he found his spot available on the couch, and jumped right into a deep sleep. We shared a room since my apartment was a studio, and this was the first night in a long time that someone stayed over at my place. I wasn’t exactly in the dating market, at least not being proactive about it. Most of my time was spent working and hanging out with my friends. I considered life to be okay at the time, but as I lay wide awake all night, I wondered how much indeed my life was about to change. Not only that, but I was about to change someone else’s life.

The following morning, I got up really early, and decided that since I was feeding an extra mouth for the time being, I might as well start to pre-make some meals. I learned long ago that time efficiency begins with cutting out some of the unnecessary things in life, and I considered cooking to be quite trivial. I whipped up a dozen sandwiches, put some chicken and asparagus in the oven, and started whipping up some breakfast meals.

doing the dishesTo my surprise, he woke up earlier than I thought, and walked into the kitchen to ask what he should do. Knowing that his help would make the relationship work for me, I had him clean up while I cooked and we could get to know each other while he helped, and then we would eat.

I was cooking turkey, eggs, and potatoes all in a big pan, and I could tell he was eyeing it as I was cooking.

“Have any good food like this lately?”

“Nah, everything you’re cooking seems pretty basic, but I can’t help but be excited to eat. This hardly ever happens.”

He was a scrawny kid. I figured he was a picky eater, but now assumed that the food he is probably raised eating and the food that he can afford is not even up to par with my basic standards.

“Did you have any questions for me?” I asked

“I don’t want to be a bother on you. I know you said I can stay awhile, I just want to know if you mean what you say. People tell me things that aren’t true all the time, and I want to know if you disappoint people.”

This kid thinks.

“I could have lived and could be living a better life. I’m not much of a motivated person. Get caught in the swing of life and could use some change in my life. I don’t disappoint many other people other than myself. As long as you keep a nice attitude around the house, be open about what you need, what you want, and what you need help with, and help encourage me, I’ll make sure that you have the foundational guidance you need. I may not have accomplished much, but I think I could provide life advice from an experienced standpoint and get you thinking. I can tell that you care about your life and could use support for your goals.”

“Well…. sounds good to me,” he said with a grin on his face.

This was the extent of our first full conversation living together. At this moment, we both shared a bond that we both knew was going to create positivity in both of our lives.

We jumped right into just a normal life. I treated him as an equal to me, and we started to basically become best friends, and treated each other as such. When I would get home from work that summer, since he wasn’t in school, he would take care of the house and run a couple needed errands while he also would spend time learning and studying with the home desktop. He was a very motivated individual, and he began to inspire me to care about my life.

As we were nearing the end of the summer, I finally felt as if I was living a normal life rather than a depressed life, for the first time ever.

“What should I say is my address for school this year, I don’t want to say the orphanage because I know they are looking for me. I don’t know exactly what to do right now.”

“I think I have to become your legal guardian then and you can use this place.”

“You sure you want to do that?”

“What do you think?”

“I want you to tell me,” he said with a grin.

“I wouldn’t mind having a son.”

Open communication was the key to our happiness among each other. We had no qualms about telling each other our feelings, and it seemed as if we already had a strong connection, I figured, there’s no reason not to.

Our mindsets and feelings were both stabling one another out, becoming labeled his father was no big deal to me. It was time I became his adopted father.

shaking hands