Focus

I am trying to find my focus for my portfolio. Last night I tried to think of what I strive for in life. I thought specifically of a time when I was nine:
"How dare you?! Go to time out!" Both Jamison and Sequoia stood stunned by my abruptness. They just stared up towards the form behind me. Robyn stepped up closer to my back.
"May I speak with you?" she whispered in my ear. As we stepped away from the children I felt proud and strong of my standing. I was right. They should both be sitting in time out right now because of the wrong they had acted towards me.
"Julianie," Robyn started in, "you are not their Mother. I am." The sting from those words hurt the most. I once hear that people will not always remember what you said but they will always remember how you make them feel.
So, as I was trying to find my focus I thought of this moment. Where, she is right, I am not their mother. But, from then on I have always assumed the position of Mom. In my group of friends, at parties, and with people that I barley know. I think that I am going to try to make this my focus. I am going to write stories, paint pictures, and alter photos to show a mothers love. Tell me what you think...