“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.” When I was a young girl, I went through a stretch of time that I felt like I had no friends. It was around middle school, and while I had “friends” I felt like all of my friends had other stronger bonds and I was the big cheese that stood alone. I remember crying to my mom about it, as my usual cry-y self, I think after not getting invited to a party that the entire 7th grade population of the Algonquin wing of Scarborough Middle School – sans about 7 people – were invited to. I remember my mom telling me something that has stuck with me for my whole life… “Michelle, your mother should be your best friend.” It’s fun ... Read the full post.