These little bundles of cuteness are my kidlets. They are three and five in this picture, and are smiling and happy because they had just finished chocolate covered sprinkled donuts. Their favorite, next to their mommy. Now they are seventeen and nineteen, and their mommy is no longer their favorite. At least they wouldn't admit it.
The boy child is the nineteen year old. Self sufficient and never asks for anything. Works two jobs, has his own vehicle, pays his bills. An all around good kid. Never makes me worry. Good boy. Plus, he has a wonderful girlfriend. I adore her. She is good for my boy, and he is good for her. They complement eachother well. He makes his Momma proud.
The girl child is seventeen. She worries me. She is a mini-me. Headstrong. Stubborn. Knows what she wants. Secretive. That's what worries her Momma the most. I take stock in the fact that I raised her right, taught her values and right from wrong. She is a worker, just like her Momma. Give this girl a task and she'll work right alongside you 'til you're done. I like that. Anything boys can do girls can do just as well, if not better. She still worries me. She is seventeen and beautiful. I love my kids.