“One of the wonderful things about being alive is that it’s never too late.” Phyllis A. Whitney
We have to practice what we preach. I am a firm believer in that. I try. I am not perfect, but I do try. I tell my children to do them. I mean it. Do you. I don’t mean it in a bad way. I mean it in a good way. I mean it in a way that will make them responsible for their own living. If they ask me, I give the truth. Sometimes, the truth can be harsh and hard and cold, but sometimes, the truth can be warm and cozy and loving and filled with support and ideas. My truth is not always going to be theirs. I tell my husband all of the time that we are not their only influence. We have given our best and that may not seem like much to them right now, but it was still our best. We owe nothing more than that. I parent without guilt or regret. Being alive means that right now, today we have a chance to do anything we want to do. We can sing a rap, write a blog, go to school, or do nothing and blame it on yesterday. Carpe Diem. Don’t blame me for things you didn’t do. Blame the real thief. I believe he goes by the name fear.