When I was growing up, I had fun. So much fun in fact, that I promised myself that I was NEVER getting married and NEVER having kids. Well, here I am blogging to all of you while my husband of 22 years works hard 10 hour days at a factory to bring home a decent earning to our 4 kids. ((((sigh)))) Being raised by my grandparents most of my childhood, I found it fun to be a kid. I never wanted to grow up, because growing up meant going through some of the hardships I had witnessed as that kid. I didn't want to be married to someone that controlled every part of me nor have their children only to find myself wishing and hoping for better days as I had heard my mom say a countless number of times. So I would spend my days with my grandma and grandpa because it was just decided when I was about 10 yrs old that that was a better place for me. I grew to love being with my grandma and grandpa. Life seemed calm, relaxed and promising. Nothing ever seemed to bother them much. If indeed it did, well, they made sure that I never knew it. What they did make sure of is that I was never hungry, often teaching me how to grow vegetables, cook and bake to the ends of the earth, so that I'd know how for "a rainy day". They took me church every Sunday, allowed me to be in the church choir, helped me practice, watch my one-act plays on their front porch, encouraging me always to go one step further, growing and growing. My grandma and I would bake bread and make jams, canned soups and vegetables and take them to people not so fortunate (as she said) that way they could find their smile too. I would find out later, it was really just me that they were excited to see; she told me so, that it was MY smile they looked forward to seeing. (I'm sure they loved the bread and jams too, though.) She and my Grandpa made sure that no matter what day of the week it was nor what I had done or failed to do, that I was loved.
Now as the mother of four children and a having been married for over 22 years, I find myself raising my children in the almost exact manner. There are hard times. Some days are better than others. There are great times of hardly any struggle and then there are times when things are a little more stressed than they should be, i.e. Christmas, birthdays, etc. Financially, we get by just as most people do. Paying what NEEDS to be paid, having the necessities and the rest (as my Grandma told me) "falls into place". My own teens laugh as I tell them about NEVER being married and NEVER having children, because they tell me, they can't imagine me doing anything but being their mom and a great partner for Dad. So in response to them, often laughing WITH them, reassuringly I digress....NEVER say NEVER!