1 + 1 + 1 = 3

When a friend mentioned on her blog that this week's theme was "three," , good grief, I never imagined being flooded with so much emotion over a number. It's just a number. But...

I am a mom of three living children (the oldest was given up for adoption 21 years ago).

My family consists of three... Cameron, Cassandra, and I.

For as long as I can remember, I have been immersed in a life of triplicate. Purchasing everything in sets of three... three bikes, three ice cream cones, three ornaments, three umbrellas, and it has been so with everything.

The children have discovered individuality... distinctly different interests, tastes, likes and dislikes. They are growing at different rates, physically and mentally. No longer are clothes interchangeable. No longer do they crave the constant companionship of each other (or me). My children are growing up.

No longer to be referred to as "the three of us", it is now "each of us." Not so little humans with minds of their own, beginning to shape their own lives. I can't help but feel that as each child walks individually, searching for life's truths, we will always be connected. After all, 1 + 1 +1 = 3.