Our oldest child, Thomas is 24 years old. It’s mind blowing some days and yet other days it’s perfectly normal for us to have a young adult son of this age. My own age blows my mind. I’m 50. There I said it. I don’t know how or when that happened…Seriously. But there it is. I don’t know if I look my age or not. Some days I think I look younger or rather I feel younger therefore I must look younger right? I keep my hair short and many days I wonder if the short hair ages me, makes me look older; who knows.

Samantha, our youngest child is 14 years old. To me it’s pretty wild that there is a 10 year difference between Thomas and Samantha. Eight years between Samantha and Alyssa. I remember when Samantha was younger, Alyssa adored her. She would take her out of the crib and give her breakfast and I would sleep in, it was glorious. I never had so much help when everyone was young at the same time.

People used to say to me when Thomas was young, “little kids: little problems.” I hated that. They didn’t know my son and that he/we had a little kid with big problems. I must say that the girls: meaning Alyssa and Lelly never really caused any problems; big or small.

Samantha on the other hand…man. I don’t know what to say some days. I am truly without speech. She gives me a run for my money. She’s the complete opposite of Alyssa and Lelly, is into video games and skateboarding and she’s a sneaker head. She definitely marches to the beat of her own drum. And I’m ok with that. I had to come to terms with the fact that she’s not a girly girl. That’s all I was used to with my older girls. Hair, clothes, manicures, getting them to NOT touch their own eyebrows, its ok I’ll have them waxed or threaded for you. Whew! With Samantha she’s into clothes but her own style of clothes. She loves sneaker shopping or even just sneaker window shopping. Oh and she likes going to the thrift store with me. She’s developed quite an eye for picking out the good stuff. That’s my girl!