I think the toughest job on this earth is raising children, anyone can be a parent but to raise healthy, caring, respectful and loving children you have to put in the hard yards. I have five adult children who I raised almost single handed, it has been hard work. On many occasions I have doubted the decisions I have made, as a matter of fact if I could go back in time, there are certainly a few that I would change, but overall I am sure I have raised wonderful adults. Being a mother is hard work physically and emotionally and I wish there was a way for young girls to know this before they decided they wanted to become a mum. While I have watched each one of my kids have difficult times in their lives, on the most part I have stood back to let them work through their problem, while also telling each of them I am here if you need me. I have been the shoulder to cry on many times, the ear to listen to their problems and the arms to hug each of them when needed. On the other hand, I have received flowers and notes of gratitude and thanks from each of them after these occasions. When unwell recently my youngest made some chicken soup for me with the comment that I always make soup for her when she is sick. I received a postcard in the mail this week which had me in tears, my eldest daughter has had a traumatic time over the past two years. Her relationship with Deacon's father broke down and they parted ways, it has been hard for her, working through all this while working full time outside the house and raising Deacon. We always want the best for our children and it has made me sad to see her go through this, I have supported her when I can, but have not interfered with any decisions she has made. This is why this little postcard has made me cry.