I feel more and more like a mother with each passing day. I can recognize many of the children by hearing their cries from another room, I know their mannerisms and sounds, and I know when they call my name.
In this house, I have many names. To the nannies I am either "Miss Katie" or "Miss Kelly" (because they can't pronounce Katie correctly) with the "Miss" pronounced as Meese. To Wilson, I am kuh-lay. To Gerdline my name is E-A-E. To Rosa and Claudine my name often varies, but usually I am Miss Kiddy. To Mich, I am "Silly girl". To Johnny I am Nee-Ko-Lee. The list goes on and on. Each time I hear my name, regardless of how it is said, it brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart.
The children make me feel like a queen when I go downstairs to see them. As soon as my feet hit the stairs, I hear an eruption of voices calling my name and reaching out for hugs, kisses, and love. When I go to say goodnight, the children reach for me from their beds for goodnight hugs and kisses. As I squint through the darkness, I can see their big smiles as I tell them that I love them, and as I go back upstairs to my own room, they all wave and shout, "Bye bye, Miss Katie." They sure do know how to make a person feel loved. I've said it before, and I will say it again: I am blessed!
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