Black hair and brown eyes. A sweep of bangs above thick rimmed black glasses. Black eyeliner and a plum lipstick. I wear long skirts and carry a plaid bag everywhere.

Five children surround me as I move through this world. Each one has taught me more than I think I could ever teach them. I am their mom, their guide, their guardian, their teacher, and many other things. I changed their diapers, wiped their tears, and taught them to tie their shoes. Some came from my womb and some did not. But they are all my children. A mother loves her child unconditionally. I am the only woman who has done that for them.

I am a daughter. I protect the man who once protected me. I hold his hand as he fights the path through his poor health. I ask that he only loves his grandchildren. I ask that he gives them more than he could give me. I know he can because he has learned from many mistakes and demons of his past. But he always gave me love. That is more than many children had.

I am a survivor. I have SPD, PTSD, and Aspergers. I scratch my head all the time, rock when I am upset, have panic attacks, can't hear properly, and sometimes I am confusing when I talk.

Lastly I am a partner in crime. He stands by my side and I stand by his. We are not perfect but we are improving every day. Holding onto one another we make it through the nightmares and enjoy the happy times. Life is better when he is beside me. He nourishes me in so many ways. Especially his amazing cooking. My mate, my partner, my chef.