Many things happen to us throughout our childhood. Some good things while other not so good and for some they hope they never remember the really bad things. No matter who we are. No matter how we were raised. We are who we are today because of how we grew up. Our childhood shaped and molded us into the person we are now.

I think back to when I was growing up. Was there a lot of bad stuff, like abuse? Unfortunately, the answer to that is yes. If I could take away all the abuses, neglect and abandonment, would I. Yes. However, by doing that I become a completely different person. I’ve learned to be resilient and a survivor. Do I have my issues because of my past? Yes. But who doesn’t.

I try to learn from the man mistakes that have happened, yet I still have so far to go. My patience level is rather shottie.  It one of those thing where if you could change one thing about yourself I’d want better patience. However, it wasn’t in the cards for that. However, I’m able to write. My past enables me to write in a way that others can relate to. People can read something I’ve wrote and they can feel what I’m feeling, or at least that is what I’ve been told.

How many people can say that? I never thought I could until my daughter lay in a hospital and I begin to write updates for family and friends. The words I type out onto the page I’m thinking are just simple updates but instead are so much more to the people who are reading them. I just thought of them as words where as I kept being told how they felt like they were there and/or they cried the entire time they were reading them. I was amazed that anyone was saying that about something I wrote.

God has been working on me these last few years to help me see that he has gifted me with the gift of writing. And now I can’t imagine my life without it.