While I am out and about, I hear people whispering and laughing….the rumor has it that its wrong to describe yourself as a mom. Well that is what I am. First and foremost, yes I am a woman. I have feelings just like you and her and the other lady down the street. I stopped for coffee the other day and a couple of young women were discussing the “older generation”. I guess I was considered that although I have a hard time understanding that. They talked about motherhood as if it was a dirty word, and that having a career is the way to be headed. Well I can agree with them, that some women are not meant to be moms. When I was younger I was very close to mine, I cherish those memories as I face this disease that I am fighting….she was healthy, strong, full of love and laughter. Then I quickly switch to the years of her obsessive drinking, and over the counter pill popping. That eventually took her life, seven years ago this October. I promised myself that I would be the type of mom, that would bake cookies, be involved with the PTO, and anything else that my children would need. I believe that I have done that, along without forgetting that education for myself is vital. I am home for them on the days where there is no school, and when they are sick. I am there to share their joys and sorrows, to wipe tears away, and kiss those boo-boos. I have balanced that along with a home business, volunteering in the community, and being a wife….although lately I feel like I am slipping. Slipping where…into a dismay of confusion, sadness and questions. No I am not questioning my being a mom….just wondering where I am!