What Matters Me, And Why?

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What matters to me, and why? When I was seventeen, I stood back and watched most of my friends getting ready to graduate the following year, some of them had planned on continuing their education after graduation, some were getting married, and a few decided that living with their parents for as long as they could before getting kicked out of the basement by mom and dad was going to be the best idea than anything else. The few who were going off to school made me jealous, but happy for them as well. They were following their dream, and higher education was the key. I would have been in that group of friends too if I hadn 't become a parent at seventeen with my first child, which forced me to drop out of school and start raising a family as a single parent. It would have been impossible to work, maintain my education, and raise a small child all at the same time back then. On my eighteenth birthday, I once again found myself as a parent to my second child, now I hand two babies under the age of three, still single and still struggling. I would often think about how life would of been different if I would have gone on to graduate with my class and then gone off to college. I would think about those friends from school who were able to do just that, and how I missed them. Most of those friends I never saw again once I became a parent. When I became nineteen I had my third child and was married, I took a two year break and had my fourth child at the age of twenty two, and was on a second marriage. By that time I realized that raising four small children was quite the work, and I also realized that without a degree under my belt, finding a career was a even bigger challenge. So, I chalked it up as a life learning ex... ... middle of paper ... ... I am, after all, the parent of two college students, I know what it 's like to yearn for something far greater than myself—to stay awake nights with the hopes for a better career, or any career at all. To know that I can take what life wants to give me, if only for a little time. I understand the value of what I am getting. Returning to school after a long absence might be hard, but I know what 's waiting for me at the end: It 's the same feeling I felt in my kids when they were accepted to a college. It feels like hope—hope that I can pursue something I have kept on hold for a very long time. This is phase two of my life, I have already experienced a lot in life, more so then some and, I am looking forward to so much more. And I know my children will be right there through this phase in my life supporting me in every way as had done with them so many years ago.
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