My mother died when I was 11. I was young--too young to understand. I couldn't imagine the pain of loosing someone I loved now, as an adult.
Anyways, I guess if something happened to me or to you, I would just want you to know how much you are appreciated and loved. Yo, I got your back even.
People come into your life for a reason. This, I've always believed but I've been thinking about it more lately. Putting the pieces together so to speak. I've met each one of you in my life for a reason:
You there sprawled in front of the computer, you have taught me that forgiveness is actually easier than being angry.
You have taught me the value of a real friend.
And you, I could not leave you out. Because of you, I notice such things as the wind brushing over my arm.
You have taught me about acceptance and tolerance.I could go on and on but sometimes there are things that more than one of you have taught/gave me and I'd confuse you and myself.
My daughter must have heard something at school about being "born" to do something. She's mentioned a few times that she believes she was born to do crafts. She asked me the other day what I was born to do.
I told her that I hadn't quite figured it out yet and laughed at myself. Here I was, embarrassed to admit to a seven year old that that I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing with my life or what I was "born" to do. But then, I thought one thing of which I was sure. I told her that I was "born" to be HER mom.