I’ve fallen off with my writing.

Life happens fast and hits you so hard sometimes.

My youngest son is going through something and I don’t know what to do, it’s like you think you have it handled but…you don’t.

No matter what though I love him more than myself.

It’s hard being a mom.

I wish now I would have given my mom more credit. She had a hard road to travel.

My mom had to work long hours because my dad couldn’t. She couldn’t take time off really ever because her salary was the only one we had.

I can imagine now how she must have felt when she had to buy us food, or clothes, gas for her car to get to work.

I know it’s the same way I feel when I was on my own and had to do those same things for my kids.

I know now why she did all of it, but I didn’t appreciate it at the time. I didn’t appreciate any of the things she did.

I feel like the fact that I do now isn’t enough.

I love my mom very much.