I called them "My Boys".
We would go to parties and they'd tell everyone I was their step mother.
No one ever asked how come I had six very different looking step sons or wondered about my fake British accent. I became known as the cool step mom, the extremely young wife who had step sons only a few years younger.
Each one granted me wishes I didn't know I had.
They were all Boy Scouts, and for one glorious day they made me one too... Then stole my bra while I was strapped down and impersonating a scout and put it up the flagpole the next morning.
One taught me how to dance.
Two taught me how to charm a man.
Three taught me how to rappel a wall.
Four taught me brutal honesty.
Five taught me how to make chain-mail, throw knives, fight with two swords, and how to pick locks.
All of them protect me fiercely and loyally, but in their very own way. I am a very lucky girl.