You can have 12 kids from the same mom and dad and still have 12 distinct personalities. I had 4, 3 daughters and 1 son. My daughters are as different as the weather.
Dd1 decided at 18 she was getting up there, met a christian boy who had all the same goals in life as she had, fell in love, married, bought the first of 3 homes and started a family. After her first child, she was diagnosed with fertility problems (pcos), researched and found a solution, while being a fosterparent to 4 troubled preteen girls, going to college full time for business admin. and promptly had her 2 sons, one after the other. Needless to say, total type A personality. She is a bit abrupt but full of love for family. She has as high expectations for others as she does for herself and doesn't understand why everyone isn't working 2 jobs.
Dd2 had to go the hard path. At a young age she felt she didn't fit in the 'group'. If there was a rule, she had to break it... a lesson to learn, she did it the hard way. Every time always a battle and then she would disappear again. She liked living off the grid and I couldn't. She met her husband at 16 and they grew up together, off the grid. At 21 she walked into an urgent care with a chest cold and that was the end of her life off the grid. She fought it for a year, total denial, missed appointments, flaked on her meds, again compulsed to break every rule. End Stage Cardiomyopathy won that battle. She's still alive 18 months after docs told us to plan her funeral. She's still a fighter, and she's living life to the fullest 'on' the grid.
Dd3 was the baby, the one who wasn't raised in a group setting. We had more money than time and it showed. She was spoiled. She didn't do chores because there wasn't a mess with just one. She never learned to share because she was the last and we knew it. She was a beautiful bubble floating in the sunny sky. She met her husband at 13. After 4 years of off again on again, they started on again in a big way. I caught him sneaking out her window and put my foot down. They marry or break up. I was done. It was a courthouse wedding, but not quite a shotgun wedding. Her father and I had to sign because she was 17 and he 18. They started college together, got a place, everyone was happy. Tragically, he died 2 weeks after the wedding in a car accident. Now she's a battered bubble.
This is a backdrop to a story, but I'm taking a break from them for a bit.
Dd1 decided at 18 she was getting up there, met a christian boy who had all the same goals in life as she had, fell in love, married, bought the first of 3 homes and started a family. After her first child, she was diagnosed with fertility problems (pcos), researched and found a solution, while being a fosterparent to 4 troubled preteen girls, going to college full time for business admin. and promptly had her 2 sons, one after the other. Needless to say, total type A personality. She is a bit abrupt but full of love for family. She has as high expectations for others as she does for herself and doesn't understand why everyone isn't working 2 jobs.
Dd2 had to go the hard path. At a young age she felt she didn't fit in the 'group'. If there was a rule, she had to break it... a lesson to learn, she did it the hard way. Every time always a battle and then she would disappear again. She liked living off the grid and I couldn't. She met her husband at 16 and they grew up together, off the grid. At 21 she walked into an urgent care with a chest cold and that was the end of her life off the grid. She fought it for a year, total denial, missed appointments, flaked on her meds, again compulsed to break every rule. End Stage Cardiomyopathy won that battle. She's still alive 18 months after docs told us to plan her funeral. She's still a fighter, and she's living life to the fullest 'on' the grid.
Dd3 was the baby, the one who wasn't raised in a group setting. We had more money than time and it showed. She was spoiled. She didn't do chores because there wasn't a mess with just one. She never learned to share because she was the last and we knew it. She was a beautiful bubble floating in the sunny sky. She met her husband at 13. After 4 years of off again on again, they started on again in a big way. I caught him sneaking out her window and put my foot down. They marry or break up. I was done. It was a courthouse wedding, but not quite a shotgun wedding. Her father and I had to sign because she was 17 and he 18. They started college together, got a place, everyone was happy. Tragically, he died 2 weeks after the wedding in a car accident. Now she's a battered bubble.
This is a backdrop to a story, but I'm taking a break from them for a bit.
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