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This is for all the awesome women out there and in memory of Irma Bombeck who lost her fight with kidney disease. Irma wrote this when she found out she was dying from a her  kidney disease.  She was a very wise women. I hope, I  for one, will heed her message

If I had my life to live over

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa was faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realised that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later...now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's". But, mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it ... live it .. and never give it back.

By Irma Bombeck

I guess we all have to learn not to sweat the small stuff and to cherish our loved ones and our friends because you never know when our time on this earth is done. Don't worry if we don't have what other people have or if we are liked or not. I think we all have to learn to slow down and stop to smell the roses.

Remember the kids--They're like kites

You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless. They crash. They hit the rooftop. You patch and comfort, adjust, and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly. Finally, they are airborne. They need more string and you keep letting it out. But with each twist of the ball of twine, there is a sadness that goes with joy. The kite becomes more distant, and you know it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you two together and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone. Only then do you know that you did your job. -                                                                          Irma Bombeck