I'm a mom . . .

My oldest son, Michael Benjamin blessed my life 23 years ago. He was born at Fort Jackson, Columbia, SC. I wasn't ready to be a mom, but God had other plans for me. He is so precious - even now as a young adult, I totally adore him. As a baby, he was sleeping through the night within 2 weeks and I couldn't believe my body was the tool used to make such a perfect child. I swear he used to smell like maple syrup and so I was always in his neck just sucking in his fragrance. (Now, forget it, the boy is stinky!) He was an easy child to raise, just always went w/the flow. If we went to the movies, he'd sleep, if we went to a restaurant, he'd sleep, if we'd fly, he'd sleep - he was so easy. He struggled with school as he got older and now has an aversion to it, but he seems to enjoy what he does, so who hopefully he'll find his niche in life.

My youngest child, Steven Anthony, was born 20 years ago in Honolulu, HI. I was taking the pill at the time, but there wasn't a pill strong enough to stop that child from coming into this world. He's always been headstrong and continues to be very independent. He just moved out of my house this year and initially I was very sad, but honestly, it's been nice not having to worry about him. And I don't mean that like I've had to worry, it's just that when they're out 'till 2 in the a.m., mom's can't sleep 'till they get home. It had been happening more frequently in the past year and at that age you can't really give them a curfew, so you just go w/out sleep. Anyway, Steven was my funniest child. He made his dad and I laugh all the time with his antics. From calling people "bonk heads" to "you're funky looking" to dressing up like the character at whatever movie we had gone to that week. He entertained us. He still makes me laugh so hard. Right now, him and I keep having a contest at who we think is funniest. I won't tell him this, but he won last week by sending me back a text message on his phone (after I texted first and ended it by saying "see, funny.") He sent back "knock knock, who's there, not funny . . . " Anyway, the child makes me laugh.

My son's are my greatest gift, ever, from God. They are sweet, and rotten; they're fun, funnier and funniest; they can quote just about every movie they've ever seen, and they've seen a lot; they are handsome, and just plain adorable; their friends love them (just ask the brat, I mean Brit). Well that's all for now on the mom thing. I'm blessed and don't know why.