Jackie

Somewhere around 30 years ago, a lady entered into our lives. She was short and very sweet. She brought three daughters with her and that meant that I grew up with four females surrounding me as siblings. I was not simply the only boy, but I was also a heck of a challenge for her to learn. It wasn’t so much that I was rebellious or rejecting of her. It was that my personality was probably a bit over the top for her. Her name is Jackie and she’s been my stepmother for a long time. Jackie was always much quieter than I was. She didn’t always know how to handle me. I was very loud, very spastic, and very obnoxious. Most of the time, she could be found in a quieter spot in our house reading a book. If she sat down to watch TV with us after dinner, it was a sure thing that she would fall asleep because she got up very early in the morning. I didn’t always know how to relate to her, either. We were two people that just truly spoke different languages. She was a hard worker and seemingly never slowed down. I always wondered how much of a challenge it was for her to adapt to helping raise a young man such as me.  Continue reading