My Story

Oh where to begin -
I will start when I became a mom, to some you think, "wow this is going to be a long one." I will keep it short and sweet.
I became a mother at the young age of 17. Not recommended. It was hard and still is.
Marcus is my first boy, hard worker and a good man. He is now married and expecting they are expecting a baby in July '12. Yes that is making me a grandma, except Marcus is a step father to a young boy. So being a grandma is not new to me, but the catch is - this one is to be a girl. I have no clue what to do with a girl. Lol
At 22 I had my 2nd son, Nathan. He is a good boy, sorry, young man. He is a hard worker but still trying to figure out his life. I think he has a path.
I was married to Marcus and Nathan's father. We were too young but it turns out that he is not a very good father. As you notice I call him father. The saying goes, Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a Dad.
I married again for a couple years. That did not work out. Still too young to realize what it is I was doing in life.
Then there came marriage #3. I met him at work and we moved to Oregon. We married in Oregon and wanted a baby. After 3 long years of trying, here came baby boy #3-Ashton. My little Oregonian. Life was lonely in Oregon. All my family and friends lived in the Midwest. So when Ashton was 8month, we moved to Kansas. Things were not going all that well and I needed to be closer to my family still. We moved to Missouri in the country. Later, we divorced.
See I am keeping it short and sweet.
So one day I met a guy, lived close to me. We dated, we broke up, we dated, we oopsed- I was pregnant. Not planned at all. I was already 42 and a baby was not in my future. Guess God knew something I did not. So 5 days after turning 43, here is my special boy - Lucas. Yes they are special in their own way but this one actually gets the title of Special Needs. He has the same needs as all babies. A lot more attention but the same. And the kicker if you didn't see the pattern is We Broke Up. Lucas has his own story, you can read it on here too.
You will see at times I still hurt. It was not my idea. I am getting better day by day but there are set backs. I am a very giving person and the time has come that life is not about everyone else and their feelings. What about me? Why doesn't anyone care about mine? Well I care about mine and I will do something about it.
Sorry if this is a little of a fill in the blank, if you have questions, just ask.