Need I say more? No... but, I will.
I never thought that "just" being a mom would mean that much to me. Sure, I wanted kids (someday) but it wasn't something that I thought would make a difference in my life. I love being a mom. I loved watching my kids grow up and turn into responsible adults. Yes, we had a lot of rough patches and bumps in the roads and a lot of times when I thought we weren't going to make it and LOTS of times when I thought I had totally failed at motherhood. LOTS. Kids are a tough act to handle. You've got a mixture of personalities, attitudes, and definitely differences of opinions. But watching them learn how to form their own opinions about things was very rewarding. Having discussions - not arguments or fights, but true discussions - regarding those opinions always has been a highlight for me. I couldn't always show that I was enjoying those discussions (especially when I wanted "my" opinion to be the one that mattered), but letting your kids grow and experience things (without putting them in danger) is really a big ego boost. I don't mean that in a conceited way, but in a way that makes you proud of them.
Ron has always made me feel like I was the most important person in the world to him. It is so nice to always know, no matter how irritated I get with life or how bitchy (yes, I said "bitchy" and mean it) I get about things, he's always got my back and always, always, ALWAYS believes in me. You just can't get much better than that. So what if he doesn't cook and clean - he appreciates the fact that I do. He wants me to take some "me" time and to find the time to unwind. He's always ready to say something encouraging and he would listen to my troubles if I dumped them on him.
My grandchildren complete the circle of life for me. How special is it to see the characteristics of their parents in their little personalities. I love being a grandmother and being able to cherish the time I get to spend with our grandchildren. I long for the ones in WA and can't wait to see them, hold them, and kiss them. (Gross, eh? They'll just have to get used to the slobbers from Grandma. LOL!)
Life has so much meaning, joy, and rewards. Even people I don't know and who don't know me make my life worth living. There is no way that I could be able to tell if my life will (or could) impact someone else's life just by virtue of us knowing the same people or being in the same place at just the right time for our lives to intersect. If my life can impact just one person out there (outside of my family's lives because I know that I impact them), then that person has made my life worth living.