I remembered missing my grandparents more than my own parents. I remembered growing up always wanting to fit in into this big family.

My grandparents had 10 children and I was the oldest grandchild. I wanted to meet all their expectations but usually felt like an outsider looking in.

I moved in with my parents when I was in my 4th grade but my heart always looked forward to being with my grandparents.

I was loved and cared for the best way my family knew how but I felt like they barely really knew me. I usually felt alone and misunderstood.

But I’ll never change a thing about it. Because it helped me mold to become who I am today.

Now that I have kids of my own, I want to be present for them. I want them to know that someone understands them and their feelings even when they don’t have the maturity to articulate them.

I want them to feel understood even before they open their mouth to say what’s in their mind and heart, so they can be true to themselves.

I want them not to be afraid to fail, to explore and to make choices because they know it’s the right thing to do, not because that’s what’s expected of them.

I want them to realize that the biggest room in life is the room for improvement, and will provide them the opportunity to grow to the best of their ability.

I want to have my Mom’s heart and my Grandma’s wisdom. I want to have the ability to influence my children’s choices in life. So when I’m no longer around, I never left their side.

Indeed, mothers have the preeminent force to change the world. William Ross Wallace in his poem said, The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World.”

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