tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620785475150233047.post4406934967191698393..comments2023-08-10T08:14:30.460-05:00Comments on Spilled Laughter: Belated Adoption UpdateJubileehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11986658696133936436noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620785475150233047.post-15400187546048717372008-08-28T10:10:00.000-05:002008-08-28T10:10:00.000-05:00Boy does this bring back memories from my childhoo...Boy does this bring back memories from my childhood.<BR/><BR/>My parents were foster parents, first of two older girls, so the dynamics were different in 1971 and 1972 with teenage girls. But I loved and adored those sisters.<BR/><BR/>Then in late 1973, we took on four of five sisters (actually they all had the same mother and different fathers), who lived with us for almost two years. Yes, the older two girls were still living with us, and eventually one went on to college, but stayed very much in our lives. Our family was huge and loud! These newer sisters were all younger than I, and I had to share my room and my things. Favorite music boxes got broken, and I had to learn to deal with not being the baby of the family anymore. I was in third grade when they came to live with us, when we lived outside of Chicago. They were also hispanic! <BR/><BR/>I am so happy for you all, that the big transition is now behind you, and a new chapter of a "band of sisters" has now begun! <BR/><BR/>With Love,<BR/><BR/>KimJavamomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00759860713807731832noreply@blogger.com