It's a DuBarr Thing

The best way to talk to someone is to just listen.  

  I hope all of my readers have a blessed day.  Remember that it doesn't matter what you look like or what you weigh if your heart is ugly you're ugly.  Period! Make someone smile today.  Let someone know you care.  It doesn't cost anything to be kind. Thank you so much for your time.

  Post-partum depression was something I didn't experience until my last child.  I'm unsure if the fact that she's a girl had anything to do with it.  My first two children were boys.  Each of my kids has widely opened my eyes to new meanings in life.  My firstborn and oldest son more or less grew up with me.  Although I was smarter and one of the more responsible around my age I still made some horrible decisions.  Some people wouldn't change a thing looking back.  Not me.  If I could go back and make different choices, I would.  There's no doubt about it.  I have regrets, but I also am smart enough to know that I can't dwell on them.  By dwelling on them I'd just be holding myself back from new experiences.  The only way I'll be able to live each day is by accepting those regrets as the choices they were; the lessons they've been for me.  It's not easy to do and some days the battle wears me out.  Growing up I ...