For those of us who knew her, I pray we will come together as a community and never let her kiddos forget the woman who smiled to all of us every day.
At the heart of every chaotic scene is a mom who wants nothing more than to crumble at her feet and assume the fetal position. But she can’t. She has to take control of every situation and try to either improve it or end the behavior that started it in the first place.
I thought, well maybe I could write about being a mom to a teenager. After all, I do have one of those living in my basement at the moment. But, since he rarely talks to me, he doesn’t give me enough material to write a daily blog about his life. No cash there.
Yet the reason why I blog isn’t too tell others how to live their life, or to even complain about my own life. The reason I blog is to let other parents around the world know they are not alone.
No one had a perfect life in high school. And no one has a perfect life now. Yet we all come from different walks of life. And that is what makes 20 years a perfect time to reflect.
She saw the glass as half-full – always craving the next taste of life.
I’m not drawn to cats. They are drawn to me. Clearly, I was a “cat person” without knowing it.