Funny how it wasn’t until I had kids of my own that I began to understand my parents. I used to think they were the most crazy, insane, inhuman people who I had ever known. In a way, I suppose they were because when it comes to your kids you will be what ever or who ever you have to be to protect them. I know this now. Looking back, I understand the decisions my parents made with me– the ones that I just did not, could not, and would not fathom back then. I see their actions with a whole new vision and I think to myself, “Wow! Now that is love.” Some of the choices they made ha d to be the hardest things a parent could ever have to do. Yet, they did it. No matter how bad it hurt them or much they did not want to. They did it for me. That is unconditional love. That is what my own kids will look back upon when they have kids of their own. They, too, will reflect back and say, “She love me more than I ever realized.” Yes, one day they will look back the same as I did. That is, if I do not end up killing them myself first. You pay for your raising do not ever think that you don’t or won’t. You do. You will. But, you know what? This is how we develop character. Life has its funny little ways of working things out. Kids are a blessing. Mine is well worth every minute and every second of every day. There is no doubt in my mind of that! I think I will pour a glass of wine and toast to every future gray hair they create for me.