I have three daughters, two bio- and one where I managed to avoid the birthing and diapering part. When the first two were small, I read to them at bedtime and also read to them upon waking, helping ease them into the day. Both are now avid readers.
KidOne just graduated from a California State University and is enjoying the summer off with BabyGirl while she applies to grad school; KidTwo is working back in upstate New York at a residential farm for developmentally disabled adults AND going to school online; and KidThree has recently moved back to her hometown, where she's working to get various issues resolved so she can start attending a local junior college. BabyGirl belongs to KidOne; she's my first grandchild and the light of all our lives.
I was KidThree's tutor at an afterschool program for several years when she was small, where she didn't just worm her way into my heart, she stomped in, sat herself down, and refused to leave. She moved in with us when she was thirteen and I never gave her back.
02/17/07, she was in the vicinity of a gang fight that escalated to gunfire and was struck by a stray bullet; she is now a complete T-9 paraplegic. The lives we all knew ended that day, but the lives we got in exchange have turned out to be unexpectedly good. Parenting these three magical young women is never dull.
KidFour is a relative who lived with us for a bit. GirlOne, BoyOne, BoyTwo, and GirlTwo are four children for whom I was their nanny for a year (nanny for a year, friend for life).
I've just rejoined the regular workforce after five years away; I'd left my job after KidThree was shot so I could stay home and take care of her. It's good to be back among working folks. Next step, develop a credit rating again.
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