Individuality is a concept that I hold dear. As I have stated many times before - we all have worth. We would not exist if we did not have purpose. Finding that purpose can be a challenge. Sometimes, we get lost and want to remake ourselves into someone else’s image. Mimic what “they” say is acceptable.
Every “race” of human beings on this planet has a right to pursue and to sustain a life for themselves. Nowhere in nature is there one type of anything. Why would human beings be any different?
As a young woman I never had much respect for second place. A win was a win and a loss was a loss. You didn’t almost win coming in second place. In my mind you lost. Simple. But that changed in my late twenties. It all started with my boys
Motherhood is a momentous and rewarding undertaking for most, so what makes a woman decide not to have children? I imagine there are several reasons - all are valid. Here’s mine .
Not a conventional mom name, but this is not one of those stories. This is a story
all mother figures. Because mothers come in so many ways to us. I did not even
realize that I had a different mother figure until much later in my life. I always
knew there was someone very important in my life. My sister was a decade older
than me and I looked up to her and loved her and wanted to be like her in so
many ways. But for many years we were just not that close.
I began to move around the country with job changes and I had children of my own. I was a mom.