I talk a lot about my kids, because they are the most important thing in my life.

Children don’t come into our lives easily, no matter how they arrive.

It’s that work… that struggle that cements them into our hearts. They become such a part of us that we can’t imagine our lives without them, and we hardly remember our lives before they arrived.

You will not hear me refer to my kids as my stepchildren, my adopted daughter or adopted son or my foster child. Biological parents don’t introduce their kids by describing how they were delivered.

Just as in school these days, the delivery method is not the important thing.

When I graduated from nursing school, some of us did it online. Others were in the classroom. On graduation day, we all received the same diploma and then the same license.

It was always my dream to have a large family. I tried many methods to bring this about. It only takes two cells to make a baby.

My children became so by the cells of my heart.

We have to be creative to succeed in realizing our dreams.

Don’t look at the obstacles and give up without trying. Many people tried to discourage me, and they did it because they had my best interest at heart.

My friends and I didn’t have the same dream.

I met every challenge by saying “put the next hoop in front of me, and I will jump through it.”

When you finally make it over the last hurdle, you sprint to the finish line.

I did this when I decided to return to college at age 50. I did it again when my first three kids were adults, and I did not want to be an empty nester.

What is your dream? What do you need to do to make it happen?

If it’s important enough to you, do it. Do whatever it takes.