When I was a kid people often asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
From the time my newborn brother was brought home and I got to hold him I knew I wanted to be a mommy when I grew up.
I learned to read well by second grade (that’s another story) and decided I wanted to be an author when I grew up.
Later, I decided to have a victorian house and fill it full of kids. I planned the family I would have: a boy named Robert and three girls named Christine Elizabeth, Evelyn Ruth, and Anastacia Joy.
Well, I did become a writer and I did become a mother, get a victorian house, and fill it full of kids. My husband and I raised three Deaf foster sons and one birth daughter and I had a family daycare home in that house for many years.
All my dreams came true, but none of them exactly as I had imagined.
