When I became pregnant with my second child and it was a boy, I was excited. I always felt that I would make a better mom to boys. Sharing a bathroom with another female was not inviting to me. LOL.

Christian came into the world 8 weeks early roaring to go. It was like he was done being secure and safe in my belly and wanted to see the world. My husband and I always said he knew he had a job to do. That job being able to take care of his older brother, who was special needs.

It felt like Christian was never a baby. What I mean by that is, he was so easy and happy all the time. I guess in the back of my mind I was waiting for the bottom to fall out. My older son had a lot of issues and I thought every child would be like that.

s there really a perfect child? Is there one that never has to deal with failure? Well, I say "Who cares!"

Casey is my oldest son and is now 22 years old. When he was little, all I did was compare him to my friend's kids. Well, that was the biggest mistake I could ever do.

Casey is a special needs child and would never do what my friend's kids did or it would take him a hell of a lot longer to do them. He still can't ride a bicycle, but he can make us laugh.