One thing you will need to get used to is that my stories will never be written in any sort of chronological order. I write what comes to me, whether it is from 35 years ago (or more!) or 5 minutes ago. I think that may be part of my ADD or maybe it is normal. But who is to say what’s normal, anyway?
Truman was born when I was 37. Mini Me was born when I was 27. The Middle Child was born when I was a month shy of 31. The 10 years between 27 and 37 is vast. I am talking about as vast as if you were to walk from Atlanta to China kind of vast. I can’t even begin to tell you the things I have learned from 27 to 37 and the growing up I have done! I cannot even describe it! Another thing is that you may be 42 and have a 7 year old, but if your 7 year old is your oldest child, there is no way you can understand where I am coming from sometimes. It’s that simple. Please try to remember that I will be 45 next month and my oldest child is a senior in high school. My next oldest is going to turn 14 in a week and is in 8th grade. My baby is 7 and in 2nd grade. This ain’t my first rodeo, friends. I do not claim to have done anything perfectly, ever, and one word of advice: neither should you. Because you won’t. No matter how hard you try. It’s that simple. I have made countless mistakes and I have also done countless great things. You will too. It’s that simple. I just ask that you try to remember that the 10 years between 7 and 17 are long and a lot happens in those 10 years–a lot that you do not know about if you have not yet been there with your children. So hold onto your seat–especially if you have boys–it’s a bit of a bumpy ride, but it’s worth every single second. It’s that simple.