I've come to realize that no matter how old your children get, they will always need you. When my 23-year-old daughter turned 18, I cried like a baby and even called my mom because I thought she was now an adult and wouldn't need me anymore. I thought my baby was no longer my baby. Boy, was I wrong. She needs me now more than ever helping her get to work, making doctor’s appointments, choosing her uniform, and even guiding her through her taxes and paperwork. It’s an endless cycle.

I was told that having kids was a blessing. Many elderly people told me that the more kids you have the more your life would be blessed. So, I took that advice and ran with it like many other things I do in my life. I have 5 kids 4 I gave birth to and 1 God put in my life because apparently, he did not think my life was chaotic enough. So, I have 5 angels that cause disorderly conduct in my life every day. So, the morally of the story is kids may be a blessing, but they are also problematic at times. Here is a picture of my little problems lol.

I had my daughter at a young age, and I always thought we’d grow up together and figure out life side by side. When she was little, things were easy — she was my best friend, and I was hers. I couldn’t have asked for a better child. But I think that closeness may have held her back. Now, she’s 23 and basically my roommate (she just grew up and never moved out, lol).