Good Evening Folks,


Thanks you guys for being so supportive since I’ve been ill. I’m doing better but Greg is still keeping me under wraps. I’m still following his schedule to the letter and haven’t gotten into any trouble with him…although I'd like to point out that HE forgot to feed me the other evening. Yep, he took a nap and overslept. And I was forced to eat trail mix to kill the hunger pains. *smh*


Anyway, back on topic.


As most of you know BC (Baby Clinton) isn’t our blood son. His mother was one of my closest childhood friends who killed herself last year. BC came to live with us because Shawn, his father, is a pilot and flies virtually nonstop.


BC is two years old and he has other siblings but he doesn’t know them. They’re attending boarding school in Switzerland so they’ve seen him once since their mom passed away. Shawn and BC have a great relationship…BC knows Greg isn’t his dad but, to be honest, the kid is a bit confused. All he knows is that he has a big family around him. Who these people are "supposed" to be doesn’t really matter because he's loved. To add to the confusion, Zora, his nanny, has been dating his father for the last few months. Yeah, it’s a love fest here at Casa de Ames.


BC and I have a very special relationship. I’m the only mother he’s ever known. He clung to me like white on rice after his mom passed, that’s how he ended up with us. I couldn’t let him go. BC is my heart and joy. He’s an amazing kid, really he is. He has the warmest hugs, the sweetest kisses, and the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. And he's been my snuggle buddy since I've been on lockdown.


I watched him take his first steps and now I have to let him go. Shawn is leaving American Airlines to work for NetJets. He wanted to spend more time with the kids and NetJets will give him more ground time. I have one more week with my baby before he's gone for good and I don’t quite know how to deal with it.


On one hand I’m happy he’ll be with his dad but on the other I’ll miss him terribly. I know he’ll cry to come home but this won’t be his home anymore and it’s going to break my heart knowing he’s sad. It’ll take some time for him to adjust to his new surroundings. He won’t wake up and go to sleep me, Greg, Eva, Daniel, Lawrence and Portia. That kills me. He has been in a cocoon this past year. He’s used to having a large number of people in the house, his family. Now he won’t, it’ll be him and Shawn and Zora (and Turtle).


Today, BC and I drove to New Haven to drop Eva off at one of her many extracurricular activities. As soon as she was out of the car, I popped in his favorite song, “Ride” by Trace Adkins, and I put it on repeat, turned it up and we sang at the top of our lungs all the way back to Greenwich.


Tomorrow we’re going to the zoo. I want to spend as much time with him as I can because when he leaves I know he’ll be lonely. I know he’ll cry. I know he’ll beg to come home and I’ll have to find strength to tell him no.