I have recently come to understand a few things about myself and my family:
That love comes with heartache, but can be regained once lost.
Parental love should be continual, unquestioned in sincerity, and not requiring a grandchild as a price of admission for acceptance.
That my Grandmother was the wisest, sweetest woman I ever knew.
May 14th will be the hardest day of this year to overcome with grief and sorrow as my Grandmother's one year passing is finalized.
That a person's sense of self-worth is most often fashioned from how others perceive them and value them.
My daughter is already an accomplished actress at the age of two.
And that the rocky gravel one has traveled upon to reach this point in life helps pave the way for someone else to understand their own path.
Most of these understandings have come at great personal cost. I hope to the depths of my heart that no one else know some of what I have experienced. No one should have to know that their parents value their progeny more than themselves, or that they feel worthless based solely upon everyone else's opinion of them.
I reach out through the medium of the internet to seek an understanding soul--and not to be discouraged. I take great personal risk to reveal even what little I have said.
Please do not think little of me in my darker hours.