My kids mean the world to me and I love them with all my heart, soul, and being. My daughter is 4 and my son is 2. Right now my daughter is sitting next to me as I write this and chattering on about which of our pets love her. Her sweet little voice is like music to my ears (except when she is whining or screaming at her brother). Without them realizing it they have gotten me through some of the darkest days of my life. My daughter was 15 mos when my mom died and it devastated me to my soul. My mom's death trigger a very deep depression in me that made me want to end my life. The thing that kept me here was my daughter and the fact that I didn't want to leave her motherless like I am. I was 6 mos pregnant when my dad had a heart attack and died in front of my daughter and I in the nursing home he was in at the time. She was 26 mos at the time. It was very traumatic. Again, still grieving my mom, my depression worsens and I don't want feel this pain but I know I need to go on for not only my daughter but now my son who isn't even born yet. I truly believe that are Angels sent from God to help me through my darkest days and I will cherish them forever.