So, It’s December! 2013 is almost over. Since I seem to be having a little trouble with inspiration (with the exception of the last 3 days) lately when it comes to posting, I have decided to join BlogHer‘s NaBloPoMo for December. My goal is to post every single day for the whole month of December. Since the weekends are for free-writing, I decided to tackle something that has been on my mind a lot lately. It took me 2 1/2 hours to write this out last night, by 2am I was not quite done so I decided to finish it this morning and proof read it and then wait till I got home before posting it. So here goes…
I’m going to be thirty-four in seven months. Up until recently age has never been something that has really bothered me much. I just skated by feeling like I have all the time in the world. I’ve known since I was about eight years old that I wanted to have kids someday. But it was the furthest thing on my mind. In my teens, I had a little brother who was really young. He was just barely four when I was fifteen. He had lots of little friends and my Mom babysat neighbourhood kids during the day when their parents were at work. I often babysat them after school and in the evening. I have always been around young children and always loved kids.
Let me explain a little bit about my brother. He’s currently a fourteen year old stuck in a twenty-two year old’s body. He was born twenty-two years ago, but mentally he is no where near that. What’s wrong with him? Well, there are many theories the doctors have come up with over the years, and many diagnosis’s some that stuck and make sense and some that just don’t fit. He has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, and Fetal Alcohol Affects which causes learning and cognitive difficulties. His birth mother was seventeen when she got pregnant for him and eighteen when she had him. She drank during the first three months of pregnancy. She herself and her brothers all had issues that could be described as ADD or ADHD, among other things. . . .
