A New Child

A little background...I'm the 11th of 14 children; 9 girls 5 boys. My husband is the 1st of 2; he has a brother. Quite a different upbringing. Although the upbringing we received placed us in the direction of the path we are on now. I don't feel like it's worth discussing for now.
My husband and I met in our high school years. He went to a public school, I from a private. We dated for 7 years before we tied the knot. Had our first son 8 months before we were married and then the second shortly after. After struggling to get pregnant we gave up and ended up pregnant 5 yrs later. Then struggled, gave up, and again 5 yrs later had our 4th, a girl. Total= 3 boys and 1 girl.
Fast forward to this past September; I went to a JV football game to watch my 16yr old son and came home with a 14yr old that had recently been kicked out by his mother and couldn't stay with the family he was with. The more the merrier right?! I had never met him but had heard his name here and there.
I am amazed everyday by the trust he has placed in us. At 14, I would have died before moving in with complete strangers and turn my life over to them to make my most important life choices. Not only to complete strangers but also culturally different backgrounds!
This young man was the youngest of 4. He has 2 older brothers and 1 older sister. All were kicked out by their mother for whatever reason. He also survived Leukemia at the age of 5 and has high blood pressure likely caused by his lifestyle/home life. The last time he has seen his dad was when he was about 8.
After a few weeks of having him, his mother signed a power of attorney over to us and washed her hands of her "troubles" and we gained a 5th child!
Now, the day he came home with me just so happened to be my 40th birthday. I had teased my family and friends that I would have a 5th child when I was 40. I never would have thought the child I would have would be a teenager! Our family feels complete now. Weird but true he fits in like he's always been here. There are issues that come up but they are getting fewer as the months go on. I hurt for this child because we all want our parents to want us and be proud of us and he just won't have that....at least for now. Teen years are hard enough on its own, add in the pressure of having a family that couldn't care less for you and its unbearable!