The other day, he told me he heard MY voice in his head and it impacted the series of events that ensued in a positive way. Truth be told, I was not (am not) a perfect mother (wife, sister, daughter, aunt, cousin, or friend). I often regret or second guess decisions I make. I often regret or second guess words I say. I wonder if I could or should do more to help those around me. I wonder, if in my drive fpr them to be strong and independent, if I pushed them away? When my kids were young, I restricted their activities and did not provide the latest sneakers. I did not always arrived to pick them up from events on time. I forget to send birthday cards and I miss many events. I do not socialize nor participate in as many events as my peers. I am far from perfect. Yet, I am grateful that my voice, my thoughts and values, while imperfect, just might be my legacy.