When I met my husband he had two sons, who were five and six. They lived with us for a year, then returned to their mother. So every weekend, and sometimes every other weekend I was a part-time mom. They called me mom, it was kind of uncomfortable when they first called me mom in front of their real mother. It made me feel like an intruder, but I got over it. These two boys quickly became like my own. When they were 8 and 9 I had a daughter, the oldest boy wouldn't leave my side at the hospital. I have always treated them like my own, when they were 10 and 11 we adopted two of our nephews who were 4 and 5. So today I am a mother of five, it kinda feels like a lie when it comes out of my mouth. But I am, and would lay my life down for any of them. They are my joy and I am so lucky to have them all in my life.