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For this part of my life I would define my-self as "Mother". I've got boys. Actually, only boys-I think that it makes it different. Three in the house at most times. It's always loud. Even the one-year old knows how to make "engine" and "shooting" sounds. There is another girl- The dog, Annie. I am the Queen of the house, she is the princess. I'm definitely loved and needed. It's busy but if we could we'd have a cat, chickens and a goat too. And the three-year-old wants sheep, maybe. This is what I'm about right now; my boys. Stuffed animals and action figures. Mountains of laundry, forgotten lunches and skinned knees. Sticky fingers and muddy feet. Refrigerator art and goodnight kisses. "One more book please, Mom?", "He did it!" and "MINE!" I know this: every night when my head hits the pillow I feel a sense of accomplishment. Especially if I haven't yelled a lot but even when I have. I get to try to do better tomorrow. The good days are when I can laugh along beside them and do nothing but "play" all day. Some day, when I grow-up maybe I'll do something else too but I'll always be "Mommy". I'm a lucky, lucky girl. Thank God for 5th or 6th chances. I have good friends who will help me through anything. They've already gone through Hell & back with me. What couldn't we handle? I can see the new friendships that are starting and that's exciting to me. As I get older I'm getting more comfortable with being me. I'm starting to feel and maybe act more "right sized". I know better now who I am. Life is pretty good these days.