When I was 10 years old, I wanted to be a mom. That’s all. It was a closely guarded secret. I’m not sure why but I’m thinking it’s just part of my personality. My favorite color has always been purple but no one knew that until I was 18. Okay, I know it makes no sense but I guess I’m a private person.

I always wanted to be a mother. And lo and behold, I became one. 🙂 My children are my most brilliant and amazing accomplishments. I raised three awesome kids who I love more than life itself. They are kind, loving, funny, smart, talented humans.

My firstborn is the parent of two kids of his own and I’m in awe at how naturally parenting comes to him. While he was growing up, he was a bit of a handful at times and I would have sworn that he didn’t hear most of what I said. Now, as I watch him interact and raise his kids, I hear my own words from long ago come out of his mouth and I see the practices I used on him and his siblings living on with his children. It really gives me a feeling of pride and success in knowing that my words and actions did get through to him. I can’t think of a finer testament or more amazing compliment than to have my child mirror my parenting style with his own kids.

It’s the most important job a person can have. It is the most difficult job a person can have. I don’t regret dedicating amajor portion of the last 25 years to parenting my children.

And I look forward to sharing my journey into the fun world of grandparenting . 🙂 This post is one of my first steps into the blogging world and I hope you will join me as I share the good, the bad and all the rest.

This post is in response to the Daily Prompt- Ballerina Fireman Astronaut Movie Star

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “I Wanted to Be/I am…

I would love to hear from you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s