A child at the school once asked me, “So, how many kids do you have?”
I answered, “It depends on how you count them.” We were in math class, after all.
“How can you not know how many kids you have?” he asked, looking bewildered.
Well, Husband came with two sons (What a bargain. Three men for the price of one.) They have both married, giving us two Daughters-in-law. There is a set of twins due in about a month.
Three exchange students have lived for whole years with our family. We do miss them in Germany.
I have given birth to two living, biological children. You know them as Young Son and Daughter/Sparkle Jane.
Then there is Foster Daughter, who wasn’t really a foster child because she was legally an adult, but she sure needed a home. She has since married and has one baby here and one on the way.
THEN, there are the many young people who I taught privately for five years. Many of them still call on me on a regular basis. They practically lived here. They will always be welcome.
THEN…well you get the idea.
The term we finally created to describe all these different types of relationships is that I am the Not-Mom. It is a great job! All the love. All the heartache. All the fun. All the long talks. All that I could wish for!
Happy Mother’s Day to you all! Regardless of your personal mortal circumstance, I would ask you to consider this: Are we not all mothers? (Not too long an article and a great read.)