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They Are All My Kids
by Emma
Updated: Aug. 21, 2015
Originally Published: May 4, 2010
Throughout my life, I’ve had the joy of nurturing over a thousand kids. They come from all walks of life—some are black, some white, tall, short, blue-eyed, pierced, gay, autistic, humorous, dramatic, brilliant, dyslexic, talented, transgender, outgoing, artistic, athletic, and so much more.
I’ve been there to witness their milestones—whether it’s crafting that first sentence or standing tall even when life throws challenges their way. I’ve held their hands through grief, sharing in their sorrow as if it were my own. I’ve risen before dawn and howled at the moon, juggling my daily tasks so they could take those crucial steps forward. I’ve stood firm beside them, pushing them to confront reality and inspiring them to become their best selves.
Every single day, my kids throw me curveballs. Each one brings unique needs, perspectives, and pains that require healing. It’s a privilege to support them in narrating their own stories, helping them shine, and teaching them to navigate a world that often tells them they aren’t enough. To me, they are always enough—capable of moving mountains and changing the world if they choose to. My unwavering belief in them sometimes feels like the only anchor in an increasingly chaotic and painful reality.
I’ve weathered the relentless storm of external criticism, facing those who question my methods and intentions. I confront every wave that threatens to erode the love and creativity I strive to provide daily. I fight, oh how I fight, to ensure they receive what they truly require, which can never be dictated by outside forces that seek to diminish my worth. I often find myself struggling for understanding from those who don’t share my experiences yet wish to dictate my path.
I have sacrificed countless hours and resources to enrich my children’s lives, often at my own expense. I’ve awakened at 3 a.m. consumed with thoughts of their safety and well-being. Each day, I’ve given them my lunch, my heart, my laughter, and my tears.
Why do I do this? Because every single one of them is mine. They are my kids, and I am their teacher.
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In summary, my children are the essence of my life, and I dedicate myself to their growth and happiness. Each one is a unique individual with immense potential, and it is my privilege to nurture and support them.
Keyphrase: they are all my kids
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