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Originally Posted by Dusty60
Put a smile on their face and love them till they grunt! Don't let them have to go someplace else to feel loved, it will only be the wrong place, believe me!
Ginny
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I loved on my kid so good! And a whole bunch of other kids too. Had two "spare" 17 yo boys living with me one year. (When my son was 17, of course.)
I met one kid's dad once ~ but he never came to the house.
The other kid (my favorite, don't tell anybody), well, I met his mom at his wedding after, what, 10 years? I was polite. It wasn't easy, but I was. Wanted to slap her. I love that "kid" so much!
I would come home from work and there would be anywhere up to a dozen kids or more, "counter-culture" kids! Punk rocker types! sitting in my clean living room watching tv, my dishes were done, I even got my gutters cleaned and my carpet shampooed without asking. And no, I didn't allow any tobacco, drug, or alcohol use. It went on, but not around me. I can still hear that happy choir of "HI MOM! HI MOM!" when I would come through the door. Definitely a beautiful bunch of kids.
They're all married, productive, awesome young men and women now, all around 30. Of course I still call them "my kids."