
I don't know everything that happened before our daughters became our daughters. Several people feel that an injustice was done when the girls were put into the foster care system, and again when they were adopted by us. I am so glad I had nothing to do with that part of things. All I know is that my girls are exactly where they should be. Perhaps he used a corrupt agency or person to create the correct out-come. Even those who were wronged believe that this is where my girls should be. We have several mommies and daddies and brothers and sisters, but our immediate family knows who we are.
We are a unique unit put together by God. It is not a perfect unit... come on now, we are human. But I am sure that this is where we should be. And I wait for God's leading for the next step.
Meanwhile, I get to enjoy my 4 monsters.
Bubba is the leader of the pack. We are friends, which is rare for a child and a pretty strict mom, but we laugh at the same stupid stuff and have our in-side jokes. It was a bit disconcerting when about 2 years ago his brain fell out! Most of you who have a young teen will know exactly what I am talking about. He reverted back to obnoxious childhood behaviors; I don't remember having to answer so many "why" questions, even when he was a toddler he wasn't this clueless! Then, while giving the explanation, you look up to see the vast wilderness behind his blank stare. Hello! is anybody there????

But I still adore him and have fun with my buddy. He's still not too cool to hug me in public, and he often tells me that i look pretty or that my new hair color (that nobody else noticed) looks good on me. He comes to me with questions most kids would be embarrassed even to ask their peers. I hope it stays this way. Before you get me wrong, Bubba is NOT a mama's boy. He takes care of his own battles and has many friends and girlfriends. It's just that he has maintained a positive relationship with me (on Tom, too.)
sorry kids... migraine calls... gotta rest... more later...
-jay-
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