I gave you chance after chance to make things right; I set myself on fire to keep you warm. But I can’t help you.
I don’t expect you to come to his first birthday or to his wedding. I don’t even expect you to think about or even remember him.
First off, being smart and pretty gets you virtually nowhere.
Recognize your mother for who she is: an amazing woman, a remarkable mother, and the best friend you will ever have.
Home is where you left everything you knew. It’s where your little sister is going to her first dance and you are not there to help her with her hair or makeup.
When you have a strong mother, you respect yourself. You don’t let anyone talk down to you. You don’t let anyone walk over you.
Children can lighten up any kind of environment. They are mirthful, amusing, stupid, funny, sometimes even ruthless.
It is time to reduce expectations—of people, relationships, and the future.
Picturing all that lay ahead, for both of us, was when I realized what the hardest part of parenting is. And it isn’t what I thought it would be.