Adopted Kids
I adopted a new kid last week. This one is a girl.
She makes number seventeen, besides the step kids.
I thought this is a thing that all people did. I do it because it was done for me. You have those friends growing up that you call sibs from another crib, sister from another mister, or brother from another mother.
Most of these kids come from either broken homes or dysfunctional families. What it means is that I love them unconditionally. If they need to talk to me about anything at all, I am available, just as if they were my own children.
I have taken some of them to the hospital and bailed some out of jail. I've hugged them when they were sad and chewed their asses out when they were wrong.
I've helped them with homework, fed them, and snuggled their babies, too.
I've cheered for them, mourned with them, drank beer with some of them.
Most of all, I just loved them.
They all had their stories. They all needed just one person they could count on to love them no matter what.
They could come and talk to me at any time or call me on the phone. I have the same phone number I've always had because you just never know.
Most of them are grown up now, with families of their own. Some I'm still in contact with via social media. Some I'm still in contact with via telephone.
Some always make the effort to come and see me when I'm in town, and others I've lost over the years.
The only real line that was ever drawn was they couldn't live with us. They also had to be nice to the other kids that were "adopted". I have mediated between some of those, also.
In short, I just mothered them. I would do it all over again, too.
She makes number seventeen, besides the step kids.
I thought this is a thing that all people did. I do it because it was done for me. You have those friends growing up that you call sibs from another crib, sister from another mister, or brother from another mother.
Most of these kids come from either broken homes or dysfunctional families. What it means is that I love them unconditionally. If they need to talk to me about anything at all, I am available, just as if they were my own children.
I have taken some of them to the hospital and bailed some out of jail. I've hugged them when they were sad and chewed their asses out when they were wrong.
I've helped them with homework, fed them, and snuggled their babies, too.
I've cheered for them, mourned with them, drank beer with some of them.
Most of all, I just loved them.
They all had their stories. They all needed just one person they could count on to love them no matter what.
They could come and talk to me at any time or call me on the phone. I have the same phone number I've always had because you just never know.
Most of them are grown up now, with families of their own. Some I'm still in contact with via social media. Some I'm still in contact with via telephone.
Some always make the effort to come and see me when I'm in town, and others I've lost over the years.
The only real line that was ever drawn was they couldn't live with us. They also had to be nice to the other kids that were "adopted". I have mediated between some of those, also.
In short, I just mothered them. I would do it all over again, too.
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