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It's finally May, and the kids in my kindergarten classes couldn't be happier! Their excitement is pretty contagious, and I'm really happy that it's May as well. Although, to be honest, that also might have something to do with the fact that it's officially the month I graduate college now!
In my house, May 1st is kind of a day of mixed emotions though. On the one hand, it's springtime, we're one month closer to summer, and if you're a little kid (or just spend a lot of time with forty-five of them...not including your siblings), you are so excited for April showers to bring those May flowers that nothing else matters in the world. You're a little happier, a little sillier, and everything is great. Maybe you even hang onto your big sister as she tries to walk around the house, just because you're loving life.... note the picture of how my evening was spent with my little goofballs. But on the other hand, it's a sad anniversary here in my house; a reminder of a life lost well before her time.
Seventeen years ago, and I can't even believe it's been that long, my aunt was killed in a car accident. My mom's big sister, a mom of a four- and two-year-old, and a woman loved by all, was taken from this earth too early due to circumstances out of anyone's control. Every May 1st is a time for us to reflect and remember my aunt; from the pictures or memories we share on Facebook, to the thoughts that collect in our own heads without surfacing in conversation.
My aunt never had the chance to meet any of my siblings. That's one of the saddest parts of the story, that none of my siblings can really understand how great of a lady she was. They see pictures of my mom and my aunt growing up, and we tell them who they're looking at, but there's no way for them to understand how it felt to have an aunt that lived just fifteen minutes away, and who we saw almost every day. There are memories that I have that can't possibly mean anything to my siblings, because they never had the opportunity to know the wonderful woman who was taken from us before they were born or came to live with us. But we'll continue to talk about her, and share memories and pictures, and maybe we'll be able to help my siblings understand just a little bit of who my aunt was. Even I like hearing stories of what my aunt was like, or things that we did together, because four years isn't enough time to truly get to know a person, especially when you're in diapers for almost half of the time you know them.
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My family has been doing foster care since I was three years old. I'm the only biological child in my family, though I now have five permanent siblings. Having nineteen siblings over the course of my lifetime has been an incredible experience, and I'm hoping that by sharing some of the ups and downs of being the only bio kid in a foster family, other foster families or people looking into doing foster care will be able to learn a bit of what life can be like. I also like to share what life is like on my journey to becoming a published author, as well as where my schooling and career choice are taking me.