Jeremy was 8. I didn’t think I was going to make it — not because he was a bad kid. He wasn’t. It’s just that I didn’t really know any children and he was an 8-year-old boy.
We sort of grew up together, now that I think about it. I sorta, mostly, kinda got over myself.
And he grew up into the kind of adult who would make any parent proud, step or not.
He certainly makes this s’mother proud to call him her s’son.