I have about a million siblings. Okay, not really but close…eight. I am the oldest of nine kids through adoption. Life was difficult for us kids before the adoption (which you know some of the details through previous posts). I became a “mother” at age six when my baby brother was born. I was old enough to understand how to care for another human being so birth mom often left me in charge or was passed out on the couch. I held him, I fed him, and I changed his diapers. I cared for and protected my siblings the best a child could do. I don’t regret it; because of it a special love and bond grew between us and we were able to survive the trials life threw at us. When we get to be together we sit at our dinner table and talk and laugh to the point of tears for hours. They all mean so much to me. I can just be the big sister now but I will always love and worry about them the way a mother loves and worries about her babies. One of my greatest joy's is seeing them become mother’s and father’s themselves!