My Choice

I have these moments of wondering how I ever got to be where I am.  My age, raising pre-schoolers.  I have always always always been on the wrong side of where I should be.  When I first got married I was raising school aged kids.  All their friends' parents were the age of having kids that old.  I was 11 years-old when Doug was born.  I was only 21 when I took on full time parenting and he was already 10.
Mike came along and it seemed like all his friends were the babies of their families so again those parents were older than me.  And his siblings were teens.  So he got to almost be an only child.
And then here I am now raising grandchildren.  Most people my age are not.  I should find a group of people like me.  Grandfamilies.
Anyway as I again pick up food off the floor, pick up toys, clean up bath water, change diapers, give baths, feed, try to keep them dressed, play with them....I remind myself that I chose this.  My choice.  My choice to do it in the first place and then my choice to do it alone.  And it is good.  It still feels right even with all the work they create.  :p