I don’t want to brag, but…

I am a very lucky woman. I have survived the breakup of a thirty-year marriage and emerged out the other side as friends with my Ex. He has a wonderful girlfriend, and I am happy to know her. My sister is a great friend to me, my cousin is also, and I have other wonderful friends. I worked in a place that has given me the best people I have EVER known, without a doubt. I am interested in and involved with an industry that has given me so much more than I ever thought was possible way back on that night in 1999. I once lived in God’s Country (Colorado) and am fortunate that I can now call the Sunshine State my home. I have the best car and I love my two cats.
I have left out three very important people – my sons. I changed for the better on September 11, 1988, July 2, 1990 and September 1, 1995. The days they were born, they made me who I am, first and foremost – their mother. On the few dating websites I registered for, I admitted I don’t “live for them” because I don’t. I guess you can say I live because of them. At their ages, they don’t need me meddling in their every move. They don’t need to check in with me every moment. I am confident in the fact that I (along with their father) raised three incredible human beings. Michael, our oldest – has an incredible wit, won four spelling bees in the second grade, got me into my love of professional wrestling and is about to become an elementary teacher. Kevin, our middle one – sweet, sensitive, caring. Always made me smile, even when I was angry (I could not stay mad at him, no matter what). Once scored seven goals in a roller hockey game. And the baby, Chris – what is there to say about your last one? He didn’t come into this world easy – complications as he was forming, complications as he was growing inside me – but once he was here, he’s perfect. So smart. Wise beyond his years, no doubt.
I am so proud to be their mother, I really am. They love me beyond reason. I think I am a good mother. Other people tell me I am. But, really – all that matters on that subject is the opinion of three. And they say I’m the best so all is good.
Forgive me, because in my next few posts I’m going to brag about them. My boys. The biggest part of my heart.

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