Thursday, December 22, 2011

24 days to 40


I'm keen to assert before I go on, that this is in no way a declaration of favoritism. My children are the most important things in the world to me. That said, there's no escaping the fact that possibly the single most significant and life-changing "first" moment of the past 40 years was the birth of my oldest son. His presence in my life opened my eyes to a capacity for love that I wasn't previously aware of, and a sense of purpose that was clearly lacking before he arrived. His impact on every fiber of my being was so significant that when we learned we were pregnant with our second boy, I initially couldn't fathom how we could possibly supplement that volume of emotion. It was already almost overwhelming. Would it be divided? Would the power of emotion that we felt somehow  be redistributed? Clearly this was foolish nonsense, as the powerful feelings for my second son amplified the importance of my family still further.


My kids are everything to me. They're the reason I push myself to excel, and the reason, along with their mother, that I'm able to keep life's events in perspective and understand what's truly important. When things feel stressful or out of control, I simply look to them. As I look back on the past 40 years, if there's one thing I'm most proud of, it's the family that I'm a part of.
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