A favorite photo of yourself and why.
I don’t do well with being in photos. I’m not photogenic either, that’s for sure.
So my favorite photo of myself will have to be this one:
It is where I got my start in training to be a mom.
I like being a mom.
I believe it has always been my calling in life. Mom even once said that when my baby sister was born (I wasn’t quite 5 then) I claimed her as “MY” baby.
I’ve always been more comfortable around babies and kids.
I began babysitting when I was 12 and my charge was only a year old. By 13, I was watching a sib group of 3, and the baby was a newborn. I’d even take them to church with me when I watched them on Sundays (I was the only one in my family going to church and I’d find the closest one to me to walk too. I had no clue about denominations back then.)
I even babysat a family of 7 kids once. The oldest being only a few months younger than me and was quite upset I was babysitting and she wasn’t. She ran off that night to her friend’s house. That was scary.
I babysat three kids once, twin 6 month old boys and a 2 year old girl. Mom didn’t come home for three days! I was 13/14. I LOVED being the full caretaker for three full days. On Sunday, Mom called the police department (I had to go to school on Monday). They came and interviewed me. Asked me if I’d stay until they got someone there to get the kids. I never saw them again.
I made enough money babysitting that mom stopped buying all my clothes, shoes, and other wants when I was not even 14 as I could afford them myself.
With some of my babysitting money, back in the day when you could send cash in the mail and not have to worry….I sponsored a girl in Honduras. I did that for several months. I inquired about adopting that child. I asked about sending gifts not just money.
My answers all came back as no (I did get info on adoption tho).
I decided that I was no longer comfortable with sending them the money, not sure she was getting any benefits from it, and made it my goal in life to adopt.
Even to the point of thinking I was not even going to “have” my own kids, just adopt them all.
You know the LORD has blessed us with three biological kids. Even blessing us with the first one when I was quite young. By the time I was 20, I had three kids under 3 years of age.
Now, 8 adopted kids later, and waiting on at least 7, possibly 10 more, to come this year….life is good and dreams do come true!
Now you should see the looks we get when we walk into church with our 8 and then sometimes have 4 of the grandkids with us.
Not quite as jaw dropping as walking in with three when I was 13, but still jaw dropping because our family is larger than typical.
I love my life!