I visited a friend today who hasn't had the most ideal upbringing and whose life hasn't gotten that much better. I felt for her and realized how blessed I am to have had the upbringing that I did.
I grew up with a mom and dad who loved me and supported me and tried to give me every opportunity they could. My dad taught me how to ski, water-ski, and play volleyball. My mom taught me how to cook and clean and take care of myself mentally and physically. We did fun things as a family all the time going boating, hiking, camping, spending time in the mountains, and keeping fun family traditions. And most importantly I always knew that I was loved. I think I used to assume that most people had similar upbringings, but I'm realizing as I get older that that isn't the case. Some people's parents aren't around, aren't supportive, and definitely don't show their love for their children.
I'm also so grateful that my kids have such a great dad who is around, who takes time to be with them, and who loves them so much. I hope that I'm doing my part as their mother and that they know that they mean the world to me and I love them more than anything.
Family can, and should be, the greatest blessing in our lives.
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