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So Elijah, our five year old, talks and sometimes yells in his sleep. Usually between the hours of 11pm and 2am. Don't worry, I've talked to the doctor about it and he's not worried.

I've heard all kinds of great stuff from him.

"That's MINE Awwww-ssstin!"

"I love you too, Mommy."

"No, no, no, give that back!"

Last night though, was the best.

"Blah, b-b-blah, blah. BLAH!"

Because I Love Them So

I love my kids. Love them with a fierceness that can take my breath away. To know that some may think that I'm not their mom, that they are not my children, because I'm not their birth mother, breaks my heart.

I know of others who are in the same situation, who have heard that, because they married a widower with children, they can mother, but they can't be a mother.

To those who think that someone is not a mother because they didn't give birth to those children, that's fear. Fear of the unknown, the unthinkable. It's the thought that, if that happened to me, if I died, I wouldn't want to be replaced or forgotten.

It can't and won't happen. My children's mom will always be loved and honored. Never, ever forgotten.

They know they have two mommies who love them. Always. They know how special and unique that is.

I posted this awhile back. Here it is again...

Saturday, September 20, 2008

There Are Two

One thing that I haven't really talked about on my blog is how Ryan was a widower before we married. The boys were 4 1/2 and 7 months old when they were involved in a series of car accidents one snowy, icy night. The accident put the boys in the hospital and took the life of their mother, Ryan's first wife. It was a tragedy that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Ever.

By the grace of God, Ryan has been able to face the next chapter of his life without the mother of his children. Through prayers, faith and strength...he has been able to move forward.

Ryan, the boys and I got married two and a half years ago. One thing I am amazed by, and so very thankful for, is how easily the boys accepted me as their mommy. Not a step-mom.
When we got engaged Ryan very wisely explained to Austin (Elijah was too little at the time) that we would be getting married, and he would be blessed to have two mommies. A mommy in heaven who loved him so, and a mommy here on Earth that will love and care for him and Elijah. I have been Mom ever since. I love them more than I can say, and am so, so, so amazingly blessed to have two wonderful children to call my own.

Until recently, I had never heard a story similar to ours. One night a couple of weeks ago Ryan, Austin and I were watching the news when we heard the story of vice presidential nominee Joe Biden. He, too, became a young widower after the death of his first wife and baby daughter in a car accident. Their twin boys survived. A few years later, he got remarried to an amazing woman. The following is the story about her. The interview with their son brought me to tears...

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