For 17 years, you’ve listened to my “Dos” and “Don’ts”.  You’ve shrugged me off at times and, at others, you’ve nodded and agreed.   I’ve shared my struggles of single motherhood with you.  Walking miles in the hot Louisiana sun because I didn’t have a car or the money for a taxi, just to get you from the babysitter’s house.   We’ve grown from a team of two to a family of seven.  You must of have known that Dad was the man for us, you loved him from the start.  So much has happened in the seventeen years that we’ve shared this journey together… A few days ago, I…