Different

Wow it's been a long time since I have written. My son has just bought a home and moved out. Oh how I miss him, he wasn't home much but I still miss him. He seems so much happier, I haven't seen him this since he was a little boy. I love that he is so different, I love that in all people. What is funny though is that's what I've never liked about myself, I always wanted people to like me so I've conformed to what they wanted me to be. As I get older I realized what a dumb mistake that was. I cheated myself by caring what people think. I always wanted to be a teacher but I was too scared that others would laugh at me if I read something wrong. What a waste because I know I have a really caring heart and that is what most of our troubled teenagers need. You can teach anyone to read. I try and teach my grand kids that different is good, as long as you don't hurt yourself or others. I guess in a sense I have always been a teacher. I love teenagers, maybe because I remember being one and I really can put myself in their place without judgement. When I die the most important thing I want people to remember is that I truly cared about them and it never was a show.