Kids

Damn kids. You know I can bitch about them, moan they annoy me, and cry because they stress me out; but as I sit here tonight in the wake of my last day with my four kids whom I have grown ever so close too. I feel like a parent, I feel like a friend, and I feel like a dog about saying goodbye to them. Four kids, four little pipsqueaks and teenie boppers changed my life for the better age nine, eleven, and two twelve year old's who would have thought.

A nine year old boy greets me at the door everyday, and in the wake of his newly discovered ADD and a new house, with a newly blended family makes me smile everyday. His brother is twelve and completely brilliant, just doesn't know it. Striving to be cool, but still a goofy kid he has made me laugh the hardest and stressed me out the most. He is going places, no doubt in my mind. Then his sister she is eleven, growing up for her hasn't been easy but is it for any girl, finding comfort in acting and drama she has truly figured out what it take to put a smile on and internalize; just like me. Then there is my girl, twelve years old and three new siblings and a new step mom has turned her world upside down. Plus boys, the teen years, and an alcoholic mother back in the picture a break down looming around the corner; she is a remarkable kid.

Do you see what I mean, these kids are different yeah they have issues, yeah they aren't always the best behaved, but they are doing the best they can with what they have and I have never seen kids pushed more to the limit then them, and handle it so well. Bottom line is at twenty one years old I can only wish that one day I am half the woman that these kids will grow up to be.