When Your Children Grow Up

I am a 37-year-old single mother, I have been a single mom for 19+ wonderful years. (Wonderful, yes, because you don’t realize how wonderful they are until they are over. 

The Tears

Crying every night because of the frustrations of two tiny children always up your you-know-what. Having to lock yourself in the bathroom just to have a moment of privacy to do the crying, so no one sees you breaking. ) I am a beyond blessed mother of two, one is halfway done finishing her second year of college ( at a a pretty prestigious school I may add, bragging a bit, it’s a right I was given! ) and my baby, is going to graduate High School this June, with  National Honor Society distinction.

She will be heading to one of two very prestigious, outstanding Universities this fall. 

The Pride

I may say,  as I am so proud that they both have all these achievements, and I have taught them well enough, to go after what is wanted, by any means, which will always take hard work and dedication. They have in them, the knowledge, the will and the courage to achieve all of their dreams. I’ve always had big dreams for them, but to realize that those dreams have become their own dreams, and are now becoming a reality, it Priceless in itself. (Not exactly priceless, haha, nothing in life is, except love.)

The Committment

But, I have committed myself to put myself last ( for the most part ), so that they can, so that they will, make it to these dreams, to make these dreams their reality. I want more in life for them, then myself. If I succeed at this, I, myself, have succeeded with my dreams.