That didn't actually answer her question, but Tamira chuckled anyway. "Where was GPS tracking when my kids were teenagers? On second thought, knowing their father, it probably wasn't all that necessary. Kids learn and understand more, faster, than most people give them credit for doing...if they're encouraged to. You just have to trust that you've raised them right and that God's watching when you can't. And that doesn't change as they get older."
She smiled, hearing the affection this young woman had for her kids. "Well, the wonderful part they came into on their own." Tamira wished she could have been there to see Jenna through the pregnancy, to talk to her about all the things mothers wanted to talk to their daughters about during pregnancy. She'd been robbed of those memories as surely as she'd been robbed of her daughter. "I think I know a little something about boys in need of their father's attention. But, Blaze...well, he misses his mother, I'd bet. Kids at that age, their parents are their entire world. And his is never going to be the same. He's mourning in the only way he understands because he's too little to really know what's going on. And he needs his father. We'll just have to see what we can do about that.
"It's like high school. No matter what you do as an adult, when you go back for that reunion, you're still the cheerleader, the science geek, the band nerd." Nodding, she considered Savannah's self description. She could see why Sean spoke so highly of her. Laughing, she shook her head. "And those two need those hugs, I'll bet. But, I would agree. Woman, mother, fighter...it all boils down to the same thing."