My mother’s mother, mother was an amazing woman.
She taught me to look up at the sky and enjoy whatever it had to offer me; the sun, rain, clouds, moon and the stars; that it was a gift and the peace within myself, would be found in nature. Waking up to the beauty of a new day and going asleep to dream with the ending night; that tomorrow was my new beginning, filled with hope and promise.
My mother’s mother was an amazing woman.
She taught me that it was ok to be happy. That happiness was not hard to find; it was all around us. In a stranger’s hello, a child’s hand placed in yours, doing the right thing, desire in being true to you. Work, life’s struggles and sacrifices were not necessary but if you were faced with them; your reward for handling them was looking at the woman in the mirror and loving her for being the best person she can be. Loving yourself is real happiness and sharing it, brings happiness to others.
My mother never learned these things
She taught me bitterness, vindictiveness, selfishness and hopelessness. How can a woman raised by the same women as me, be so different? How could she have missed the value and importance of these lessons?
My mother was an amazing woman
She taught me what not to be.

This is nice . . . strange as it is but most of the time when we realize what it is we don't want or who we don't want to be like we discover who we really are.

Such a cool write Laura..

Sounds like MY childhood,,except with a Dad,,,A very nice read and welcome to where we show, all the torment we have lived,,,lol

Hope to read more,,,,,,

Oh my.....THAT WAS A POWERFUL WRITE!!!!

Very powerful... and that you learned something from each, speaks volumes.

up2us I admire your work...so thank you so much.
L

thanks everybody and it is nice to havea place to vent and not feel judged.
L

welcome...

oh, and feel free to vent away.