My older daughter, now 18 (cries), was only 8 years old when I started out on the web. She’s had many interests throughout her growing up years. She’s a wonderfully talented photographer and an amazing writer. Writing was my dream from that age through much of adulthood, up until I discovered design. I used to write mass amounts of poetry growing up, in very descriptive emotionally charged styles. She too began writing poetry at around the same age, and of course as she got older and hit the teen years, much of it became very dark, even if she herself has always been a very well balanced happy kid. She has a flair for the dramatic and not long ago while moving, we found some of my old poetry and I handed one to her. She read it and looked at me with big boulder eyes. “Mommy, I could have written that!”. (Yes she still calls me mommy!). Now she’s embarking on her own online blogging adventure and seeing where that takes her. I suddenly find myself helping her with WordPress themes, plugins, domains, hosting and all the things her mother has been involved with all these years, even if I myself am changing directions in some ways.

As a mother we live and die for our kids everyday as we watch them grow. Age doesn’t matter. In some ways it’s scarier when they do become an adult because it feels as if our ability to protect them from the world just got a lot harder. I’m blessed with two absolutely rare gems. My youngest is 10 and an uber talented artist. Not to mention an absolute HAM and my funny little clown.

I can fail a million times in my life over many things and overcome it … but the successes of my daughters rises and sets on the very essence of who I am and why I’m here.