Once you learn to read, there is no stopping you from reaching your goals.

 

Letters turn into words, which combine to form sentences.
With these tools, life is jotted down and history is recorded.
Through those stories, we learn, adapt and become better.

But what’s the use of black ink on paper?
What’s the use of literature with no one there to read?

In our youth, what we are exposed to helps shape our future.
Without the necessary instruments, it would be difficult to grow.
And to cultivate those skills, it takes a team.

Reading does more than nurture our mind.
It opens the world to endless possibilities. 
It gives us the opportunity to succeed. 

 

At the age of eight, my older brother was graduating from high school. As I saw a girl walking up the stage to talk, I asked my mother why she was addressing the audience when no one else was. My mother went on to say that the young lady was the graduating class’ top student. She was the valedictorian. Listening to her well versed speech, I knew I wanted to be just like her.

I was fortunate enough to have parents who instilled in me the importance of education. I attribute my success to the first of many books my mother read to me as a child. Through her words that soon became mine, I read and read, until I was that girl on the stage.

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Missing Grandma

Four years have come and gone.
1,460 days have arrived and passed.

Time wasted no time to stand still.
The world just kept turning round.

For 35,040 hours, I’ve missed you.
For 2,102,400 minutes, my heart has ached.

I know you’re in a better place.
I know your pain is no more.

But I wish I could hug you one more time.
I wish I could see your beautiful smile.

Time hasn’t eased the pain,
But it also hasn’t erased the memories.

Those dear moments will keep you alive.
And Grandma, I will always love you.

This is for you, the one I never got to meet.

I could see your bright smile long before I ever saw your face.

I could hear your cries and sobs because you needed a diaper change.

I could feel your warm hugs when you needed my comforting embrace.

I could imagine all the memories we’d create through the years.

I could picture you reaching all your milestones.

I could. I could. But I didn’t get to.

I love you even though I never got to meet you, and I always will.

I’ll tell those that come after you how special you are to me.

A piece of you will always be in my heart, and I will never forget you.

When I give my last breath, we will finally meet.

In paradise, I promise to make up for all lost time.

I will hold you, make you smile and laugh.

Because that’s what mommies are supposed to do.

I wish I could say life is a bed of roses without thorns, but this would be a lie. My older sister was in her second trimester when she lost her twin daughters. My friend was just five weeks pregnant when she had her first miscarriage.

Besides being a mom to a kid with four paws, I have no children of my own. I’ve never experienced life growing in my womb, but I still feel a sense of loss. I can imagine my two eight-year-old nieces pleading for me to make them another tea party. I can picture their poor drawn color penciled Happy Birthday and Valentines Day cards, which would say I was their greatest aunt, or maybe even their best friend. Those cards would mean the world to me more than any beautifully crafted Hallmark card.

For all the moms who’ve lived this nightmare, I cannot say that I know what you are going through. I cannot say that I know exactly how it feels, but I do know that you aren’t alone. The world might feel a little more broken, but your family and friends are there to help you through it all.

Life is a bed of roses filled with painful thorns, but it’s still beautiful. Roses are wonderful, and need someone to tend to them. Let those who love you be your gardeners to help put yourself back together again.