I used to believe, that the reason I had all sons, was because I was being punished.

Wait a second… I’m not saying having sons is some type of punishment… although it does have its moments.

What I mean to say, is that I believed I was never blessed with a daughter of my own, because I took my mom’s only daughter away from her.

I honestly, truly believed this.

As a teenager, I was given the opportunity to leave my mom and go live with my aunt and uncle. I chose to go. It was MY choice.

Obviously, I carried guilt over that decision for a very long time.

It wasn’t until sometime after my mom died, that I was finally able to let go of that belief.