I realized that in order to love my family like I should, I have to love me like I should. I can’t be angry and hurt about my life, myself, and my mistakes and still love others as I should. If I can’t let go of these issues, how can I expect them to let go?
So I let go.
Sitting here six months pregnant, I realize that when I was growing up the words “love my family” had a totally different meaning for me. I thought that was loving my parents, my siblings – you know, the traditional ideas of family you have as a child. I never thought I would be a mom or have a family, and now here I am. I look so forward to the love I will give and receive. Even if for only a second, life, it seems, is such a beautiful gift.