Tuesday, September 24, 2013

My People

I come from a very close family. My parents and my brothers are my best friends. We've been through so much over the years together. Every up and down has made us unbreakable, stronger and stronger year after year.

My family dynamic may be like others or may be completely different, I really don't know.
My Mom gave birth to me a month and five days before her 17th birthday. She was a teen mom before it was a trend or televised on TV. By the time she was 19, she had two babies. Me and my brother Stephen (or Stevie as I call him) are 14 months apart. When I say that Stevie has been my best friend my whole life, he has. All but the first 14 months.

I do not know the man who helped create me. Nor do I care about him. To me, quite frankly and honestly, he is a piece of shit and not worth speaking of.
When I was 3 or so, my Mom meet my Dad. The man I call Daddy, the one who has raised me, the one who gave me away on my wedding day, the one who tells me I'm his favorite daughter (I'm his only one).
When I was 9, he adopted both me and Stevie. Legally, he become my Dad and I become an Akers. However, he was my Dad long before the ink dried on the court papers. I may resemble my Mom but I am totally my Dad in personality and temperament.
The same year, my parents blessed us with our baby brother, CA. We are 9 years apart but he is my second best brother friend and the apple of our family's eye. He is awesome. And hands down, one of my favorite folks. Period.

We grew up poor but thanks to loving, caring, supportive parents, I never knew I was poor. Sharing a bedroom with my brother was fun, not something I thought about. I had a sleepover every night with my best friend. We never did without and as far as I'm concerned, I couldn't have asked for a better childhood growing up. My childhood is one that I can only hope to provide for Connor.
I spent a lot of my younger years babysitting my brothers. It wasn't a chore. It was fun. We made messes, hurt each other (playfully, of course), did normal things you would do with your friends. I loved spending time with the boys and the memories we created will forever hold a special place in my heart.

These are my people. The ones I miss daily. The ones I can't wait to go home to. The ones that have my back. The ones I stand up for and fight hard for. The ones I cheer on and love endlessly.


  1. That's awesome you are so close to your siblings and amazing that your mom was able to raise you guys so well being a teen mom.

  2. I love this post, your family sounds pretty amazing! My family was poor also but I did not know it either!

  3. Awesome post, and what a great outlook on life!
    You are such a good mommy, Connor is one lucky little boy!

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  6. And I have no idea why my comment posted 1,245,607 times... Sorry!!

  7. sounds like regardless of circumstance you had a happy childhood which is so important! You will pass that along to Conner like it's 2nd nature :) Such a great post about family!

  8. So nice! :) I'm a middle child and always shared a room, too! I always thought it was awesome, haha.


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