Sometimes I wish I could have anything my heart desired. I wish that war would end and that the famines of world hunger would be fed well so no one would ever be hungry again. I wish that child abuse didn’t exist and that hurting people to make yourself feel somewhat better would disappear from all human minds today. But until then, I am who I am and I can’t change that for anything in the world. But as I look at it now, I wouldn’t change my life anyways. Hi, let me formally introduce myself, My names is Crystal. Nice to meet you.
I am a single mother of 6 children, after a long 9 yrs with a bad husband and miserable and depressing life with him. The only good thing out of the marriage was my kids. Of course my oldest child was from a previous when I was just 17 and made a stupid mistake of giving my innocence up to someone not worth my time. But my son, he wasn’t a mistake, I love my son and he changed my life for the better.. Just because you have kids doesn’t mean your life is over, its actually just beginning. Kids make up for all the horrible times you have had in life, their funny, exciting, and love to keep you young, fit that I assure you lol, and very much into their magical world of make believe. They somehow help us to remember we too were once little and loved to be just like they are today.
I have 5 boys and 1 little girl. I stopped after that, my ex told me I needed too. But that’s okay, I have my kids and that’s okay now. Yes I do get sad at times and cry, because I took away my place of ever having kids again. I would of loved to have given lizzie my little girl, a sister. But I guess we all make bad choices, and not realize the suffering consequences it will leave us when they have been made. I am 33 yrs old and sometimes I think I am actually going to lose my mind, seriously, lol. Raising 6 kids alone is very hard, my sister lives with me but that’s only so much, cause she doesn’t have kids. But I am still okay with that. I always wanted a big family and I got one. I want my home to always be full and happy and merry with my kids and their kids. Holidays and birthdays, and so on. And knowing that one day when your old there will be someone there with you always, to visit, read to you, and love you no matter what. Each one of my kids are very unique, and they do have some setbacks. ADHD or something like that, but they are very smart, intelligent, and loving. There so sweet and I couldn’t ask for better kids. But whatever others say about us that have lots of kids or multiples, ignore them, maybe their just jealous or maybe they do think were just out of our minds. Lol. I don’t know really, but who cares. What matters is that you care. That you know what choice you made, and that it’s the choice you either wanted or have to learn to accept. Either way, God will make it the best he can for you.
I am trying to write this book you see of my kids, cause I have so many, but I don’t know what to really put in it. My kids at this very moment are hanging crazily all over me. Are you done with the laptop yet, etc, etc. etc. You get my point lol. One crying cause he can’t have tiddy tot, a nursing toddler still and the others, well just hanging around I guess, lol. But at least I have their comfort and they have mine.
I am raising half of dozen, and this book I hope either helps you, inspires you or just humors you. Either way, I hope it becomes one of New York Times Best Sellers. Lets Begin shall we.
Once upon a time there was this woman who had half a dozen of kids, that’s a lot of eggs in the carton don’t you think. She had five boys and one little girl that was her princess. She lived in a semi big home with her sister . Her eight year old ask her one day, “Mom, what are you doing? And she said told him, “ What’s it look like I’m doing. And he replied, “ Writing your story. And of course I told him yes. See how interesting your kids can be, when they find the smallest things that we are doing, so interesting, but then he says to me, well how long is your story going to be so dreadfully, knowing it is going to be awhile till he can get back on to the laptop. I just breathe a sigh to let him know just go away for just a little bit, but of course as I type this he is laying his little head on my shoulder. And he says, “I love you mommy.” And I love him too. Take one day at a time and don’t forget to breathe. Life isn’t going to be that easy for you I know, I have lots of kids by myself too.
Chapter 2
“Mom, how many chapters are there?” my eight year old ask me. “ As many as it takes to get it done.” And he stirrs on my bed for a second and burst out, “How many?” But you see I can’t just tell him because you really never know how many there are really going to be you see. This is your life your writing about and telling others on paper. So they can read it and hopefully find it a delicious book they can’ t stop reading lol. Lets hope you all can find that in me. I have always thought of writing a book, but wasn’t really sure what about. Now I do . About my life, my six kids And how we get by day to day. We are all survivors out there. No matter what we will always make it through the storm we are walking through. Me, I don’ t walk though, I run, and then hide for just five minutes peace.
My eight year old says I should write about our late miley, she was our dog that was killed. Very pretty and so gentle. We had her since she was a baby. She was white with black spots everywhere. She almost resembled a dalamtion but wasn’t. Then there was ox our great dane we use to have. But he was returned to his original owners. But he was a big black beast of a pet I assure you and so lovable. All the kids loved him too. Then there was Shelby our lost dog still today that ran off and I believe someone else took in to love. She was a black flat coat retriever. Loved the water and playing ball. But do I miss her, heck no, she chewed up my furniture. So I was glad for her departing lol.
My eight year old was born on Halloween. My he gets double the goodies on his day lol. I am just ramdonly adding stuff in as I type along. Theres a writers block thing I can get stuck with and I don’t want that. So lets keep the story going
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