I have twelve children who are all grown and on their own. As I look back on raising them I wonder how I did it. Of course, I was much younger then and didn’t really give it much thought at the time, but now that they’re on their own, I’m amazed I survived them. There were times when I wasn’t so sure I would. There were times when I believed since I brought them into the world I had the right to take them out. And there were times when I really wanted to.
We went through all the normal illnesses, up all night with colic, ear infections, the flu, chicken pox, and every other sickness any parent and child goes through. There were scraped knees, black eyes, bloody noses, and pulled hair. They fought over clothes, girlfriends, boyfriends, and who mom loved the most. They stayed out past curfew, snuck out their bedroom windows, smoked pot, cut school, and got drunk. They played basketball, baseball, volleyball, and went to school dances. In 1992, one of them died leaving me to console, explain, hold on, hold up, go on, move forward and keep the whole mess afloat. They failed math, were on the honor roll, got suspended, and graduated. They ran away from home, had babies in high school, got speeding tickets, went to college, joined the military, and got married. They got divorced, moved on, announced they were lesbian, bi-sexual, did drugs, got arrested, were on probation, became successful, settled down, were responsible, irresponsible, grew up, dropped in, dropped out and in the end they turned out to be awesome men and women.
How did I do it? I look back and have no answer to that question. The only thing I know for sure is that I loved them with all my heart and soul. They were the reason I got up in the mornings, the reason I lived each day and through all the heartaches and heartbreaks, they were the greatest bunch of kids a mom could ask for. I look back and think how lucky I was to be their mom and how much I loved the children they were. But now I look at them with their own families and the grandchildren, who are just as wild as my bunch, and I think how lucky I still am; and I am so in love with the men and women they’ve become.
Rie McGaha is the author of several books ranging from erotic romance to paranormal, fantasy, historical, and and suspense. She also produces book trailers, works as a freelance editor, is a review editor, and promotes other authors on her blogs Sizzling Releases, An Author's Tale, and Author Offerings. She is the mother of 12 and her 26th grandchild is due in October. She rescues abused animals, nurses them back to health and tries to find new homes for them. In her spare time she likes to garden and shoot weapons.