Some of the pieces

We learn very young that things are made of pieces; when our first cracker breaks, or when we see a glass shatter as it hits the floor. At first this seems like a very sad thing--whole things breaking into pieces, but as I've gotten older, and potentially wiser, I've learned that "pieces" can be wonderful by themselves. I've learned that studying "pieces" can help us understand the "whole" in a different way, so in my search to know myself, I've begun to look at some of the "pieces" of my life.
When I learned to write, I was taught to make an outline--to figure out the beginning, the middle, and the end, but more often than not I would write my outline at the end--after I had figured out what I was going to write, because most of the time I preferred to begin in the middle. So here now I will begin my blog in the middle--with some of the most important "pieces" of my life--my kids. Much of what I learned before led me to motherhood, much of what I am now is because of my kids, and most of what I am becoming is guided by them. Anyone who is a Mother will know what I mean and realize that this is probably a cliche, nevertheless it is true. At the moment I am still the center of my kids' universe, as they get older they expand their horizons and become less centered on me, but what they often don't realize is that my world revolves around them! That is an unchanging thing--once a mother, always a mother! Therefore, as their horizons expand, so, by necessity, do mine, because my world encompasses theirs. So here's to My Kids, the most important "pieces" of the me that was, is, and will be.