All About Andy

Andrew Robert Hoskinson was born on January 23rd, 1997 to Steven and Charlotte Hoskinson. I'm sure that you've seen Andrews picture throughout my page, if not, you should be ashamed of yourself. If you don't want to take up the time to figure out his age, Andy will be 3 on the 23rd, and he sure is cute.

I learned quickly how to be a mother once I moved in with Steve. Andrew took a while to warm up to me. (He was only 2 and a half at the time that Steve and I started living together) Once he did come around to realize that I wasn't a stranger, he's treated me like a huge and important part of his life ever since. I love Andy like he's my own son, like any mother ever could. Steve and I only get to see Andy every two weeks with the way that custody is worked out. Or whenever his mother wants to get rid of him for the evening. Which slightly aggravates me that she has custody and Steve doesn't when she seems to act like the only time Andy matters to her is when some family of hers is around. Sorry, I'll stop at that. this is a page about andy, not his mother. I apologize to all of you.

Trying to be his mother or any type of figure in his life isn't always easy. There are times when I'm too weak to get up and play with him. No matter my lack of strength or not, I usually always get up and play with him anyways. One of my "Motherly instincts" (according to Steve, that's what they are.) I worry about him a lot. You see, Andrew was born with disfigured toes and fingers. He only has a total of I think it's four normal fingers and none of his toes are normal. The doctor after Andy was born, had to use skin from Andy's abdominal area for fingers and the vein in his hand had to be split into smaller veins so they could be used it the making of his fingers. I'm always worried that he won't be able to attend public school or play baseball, or any other such sport.

I'm so very confused though. I'm not Andy's mother, but I am a motherly figure. Andy is my angel, he really is. It's so adorable when I tell him that I love him, and he tells me that he loves me too. It really is the simple things in life that make life worth living. If someone would offer me 1 million dollars, it still wouldn't mean as much to me, or make me as happy as hearing Andrew's voice tell me that he loves me.