When I was about twelve years old, my mother came to my older sister, my younger brother and me and said she wanted to have another baby. She could only do this, she said, if we were willing to help. We told her to go for it.
Two years later, J was born. By that time, V was 16, I was 14 and C was 11. Explaining that J was not an oops has taken up far too much of my time over the years. My own fault as I just think it was so neat that he was a "family" project!
Anyway, J was a neat kid. Whenever we older siblings went somewhere without him, we brought him a gift. We took him with us many a time and he was well behaved. The biggest problem in his life seemed to be that he had three mothers and two fathers. Poor Mom would get so frustrated that we wouldn’t leave his upbringing to her and Dad. Well, it was hard! After all, we were older, right?
I could tell many stories about J, both good and bad. (The bad would freak Mom out so I will keep mum on the subject.) He took a while to figure out what to do with his life but, when he did, he did, and does, excel at it. He got himself educated beyond what he needed and, it turns out, he tests at genius level.
Of course, we will never know if he would have advanced so far had he not had three mothers. At his wedding, I went up to Mom and asked, "How is the mother of the groom doing?" I then asked V, "How is the other mother of the groom doing?" V then asked me, "How is the other mother of the groom doing?"
You see, it doesn’t take a village to raise a child. It takes mothers! I take the role of mothering very seriously. If a child in my neighborhood is riding a bicycle without a helmet on, I say something to him/her. This is what being a mother is all about! The mother switch doesn’t turn on and off. It keeps on working until the day we die! (My mother said that I started mothering her when I was fifteen. Mind you, I didn’t like children until I had my own!)
Recently, I thought my ds had called me from downstairs on his cell phone. I answered accordingly with, "What?" The voice on the other end of the line said, "Huh?" I asked what he wanted. He said, "This is your brother!" "Oh, I thought you were my son." His response? "Well, you weren’t too far off!" And he giggled. He is 35 years old!!! I love you, J!