Mixed Motherhood: When Your Child Doesn't Look Like You
Ten little fingers. Ten little toes. But that’s where the similarities ended. And I was not prepared for what happened next.
This week our oldest turned 21! I know it sounds cliche, but I’m not sure when it happened. It seems like yesterday that we were teaching him to tie his shoes and ride a bike. But somehow we blinked and our baby boy has transformed into a pretty amazing young man.
As I reminisced over twenty-one years of celebrati…