To begin with, my great-grandma died last week. She was 92 and had a fantastic life, so my dad and I went down to Iowa to celebrate her and the life she was able to live. I was fortunate enough to get to spend quality time with my dad, meet some cousins that I had never had a chance to meet (there are 25 great grandchildren on that side of the family), let everyone see my baby bump because this is the first great great grandbaby, and learn a very valuable lesson.I watched my as my grandmother and all of her (six) siblings gathered around my great grandma and pray, cry, and hug each other and I realized how important having children really is. Without children, who will love you in the end? Who will be the person that plans your funeral, cherishes your pictures, and tells stories about you for years to come? At that moment, I knew that it's because of your children that you never really die here on earth. We sat around after the funeral and told stories about my great grandma, some that that I had never heard. Your children are your legacy, the most important thing you leave this world with. I am carrying my legacy in my womb right now, what am awesome thought. I could be carrying a potential doctor, lawyer, or priest in my womb, but one thing is for certain: My baby will remember me when I am no longer here. He or she will carry my legacy through story telling to their children and so forth.
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