Goals

As a child I was raised by parents that were older than most of the other kids parents in the neighborhood. My brother was 8 years older than me and was never around during my childhood, I basically grew up as an only child thus leaving me feel alone, especially since all the other children had brothers and sisters to share their lives with. So from a very young age I had set a goal for myself, that when I grew up I would have many children I wanted nine, obviously a goal that was pretty inconceivable. 

Time passed I became an adult married and had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls, vey happily meeting my goal as a parent raising a fairly large family. They all grew, having children of their own and I'm now a proud granmother of six, 4 boys and 2 girls. A fairy tale come true, if you will.

These days as my husband leaves for work each day I sit here a 56 year old healthy woman with no skills feeling that I'm still a valuable human that could contribute so much to this world but unfortunately I'm not sure just what that contribution is yet. When my grandchildren and great granchildren look back and think of me, what will they remember me for, what contribution did their grandmother make in this world, what legacy do I leave. Time to set new goals.