Four

Sometimes I still can’t believe I’m the mother of four kids, I live in this illusion that I’m still so young, but the proof is is the pudding, I suppose, and this pudding has 4 kids, one of whom is a teenager. When we had the three, Maria would be in school, so I would just have the boys most of the day, it felt still so ‘typical,’ look, were still supa’ normal! But now when I look in the back of the car, at 4 smiling faces I’m like, dang, yep, all mine. No denying it. 4 kids. But it’s the best.

They all play, and care about each other, I swear it was more mentally draining just having one, and worrying about him all the time. I still feel like just me, the regular me, but now with more people who I get to spend my life with. I feel genuinely like my kids are lucky to have each other, they are blessed. I guess I go back and forth between feeling like I hit the jackpot and tripping out–it honestly isn’t any harder than three, and in every way better, richer, and what’s meant to be   #AdoptionIsFun   #fourkidsissurreal   #tooooootallynormal