I never liked the term “empty nester.” So much of my life was spent struggling to adopt my two kids. When they headed off to college, it felt like there was a big hole in my heart. I had to find an alternative to begging them to come home.

One day I see a posting for a need for mentors and decide to check it out. When I get the call asking if I would consider being a mentor to five-year-old twins, my immediate reaction is that I am too busy to take that on. Rita, the Program Coordinator, then explains how their Mom is a single parent who came from Sudan, and she really wants her girls to be able to have some of the experiences she can’t give them. A couple days of soul searching makes me realize I can’t say no.

My first introduction to the twins is in their small apartment where they both hide behind the sofa while Rita tries to explain how much fun they are going to have with me. Because they are tiny, I am given two car seats in order to take them on our first outing. I figure a church carnival is a safe beginning. So off we go without them saying a word. Promises of candy and ice cream don’t help the lack of conversation.

The first comment we hear upon entering the festival is “What beautiful daughters you have.” I am not prepared with a response. Being a white Mom with an Asian son and Latino daughter, I am used to getting occasional stares in our not-very diverse community. But I don’t want these sweet little black girls to think I’m trying to replace their Mom. I quickly say “Thanks, they are beautiful, but I’m their mentor.” Silence follows. Thankfully, we see a few furry baby animals ahead which seems to spark their interest. Meanwhile, and ever since, I wonder did I say the right thing? The girls couldn’t comprehend at that point what it meant to be a mentor. But could they have wished I told this stranger I was their mother? Being our first outing together, I didn’t have the courage to even try to ask how they were feeling.

For our second adventure, I decide it will be low-key at our house where we bake cookies and play in the backyard. During the next eight years, I find this is always their favorite activity. And being able to bring cookies, which they helped to make, home to their family, make them feel like superstars.

While at our home they often see my husband, Larry, who they surprisingly bestow big hugs upon immediately seeing. At first, I question why the greater attraction to him than me. Then I realize they don’t have a Dad and getting attention from a male who shows he truly enjoys being with them was an unexpected blessing.

Among the many “firsts” I experience with the twins are their first carousel ride, first visit to a library, first time fishing, and first time they heard the word “college.” Our daughter was a freshman at a local university, and one Saturday they had an open house. So I decide it would be exciting to take the girls to the campus. On the way there, they ask “What is college?” This question is a treat for me, thinking I, as their mentor, get to introduce them to the concept.

During the next eight years, we enjoy spending many Sunday afternoons together. While the girls are both soft-spoken and usually very quiet, I believe they are enjoying the relationship, because they never turn down an opportunity to get together. With their Mom raising five kids in a small apartment on an entry-level salary, I know their exposure to many things I take for granted is very limited.

So our bond grows deeper with each passing year. Then one day, shortly after we celebrate their 13th birthday, I get a call, and they tell me they just found out their family is moving to Alaska the next day. They have no information about where they are going or why and no opportunity for me to see them before they go.

None of my attempts to find them showed any hope. The mentoring program had no clue to where they were, and even social media turned up nothing. I missed them terribly and thought about them often. I felt as if a part of my life was missing.

Five years later, I experience one of the happiest days of my life when I open the door to find these two beautiful girls have come to visit me. They still had relatives in the area and after driving around for quite awhile, they remembered our neighborhood. I could not have been more thrilled! We talk about many of our past experiences and look at all the photos I was so glad I took whenever we got together.

I’m surprised to hear they remember the Saturday we went to visit college, and then to learn they are both applying to various colleges the next year — one to study criminal justice and the other pre-med. I never would assume that our one little college visit at age five had a direct impact on their decisions. However, I learned that one of the great benefits of being a mentor is you never know the impact you might have on another person.

While their visit was short before returning to Alaska, their heartfelt words about how they want to stay connected make me very grateful for being part of their life.

During the last few years, the girls both joined the National Guard, served in Kuwait, and are now attending college in Anchorage. Each time they send a message, I realize they are no longer my mentees, but my mentors.

Was it worth it?

Shaving the hairs away, one pimply hair

follicle at a time

to appease the male gaze?

Was it worth it?

Slathering on eye liner

and mascara

for one night out -

Who are you appeasing -

one man?

Was it worth it?

Sliding on your mini skirt

one inch at a time

for him -

Was it worth it?

Or are you a living testament

to society’s standards -

a minion?

But not someone -

wholesome,

worthwhile?

Are you worth it?

She spent her days in fantasies

That she alone made

Rambling about dragons and fairytale naiads

And though she did not live a life of great wealth

She lived her life smiling in perfect health

And when the time came for her life to leave

They all asked her “Was it worth it, my dear”

“Oh yes” she replied “For even if I didn’t live this life. I lived many others, that not many people have the courage to find.”

It wasn't worth it

he didn't stay

I thought I loved him

he went away

I thought he loved me

that was a lie

The days rush past

can't help but cry

The tears are falling

upon the ground

amid your silence

a mournful sound

(silenceisananswer)

Was it worth it?

Taking advantage of my love like that

waking me up

to say you loved me

just so you could

leave me

i’ve heard it a thousand times

how you care

how you loving me has no place

in this

where did your love go

when i cried so hard i thought my

lungs were gonna explode

where did it go

when i couldn’t wake up in the morning

or even look in the mirror

without looking at myself

as an object

an object you

can throw out once it shows signs of being faulty

so tell me

was it worth it?

breaking me

beyond repair

and then throwing the blame at the wind

just so you wouldn’t have to

carry it.

-{renata ferretti}

She caught my eye.

My heart followed.

We shared a life

that turned hollow.

Love did not die

and how I grew!

Was it worth it?

I don’t know but...

I would have chosen the same choice

Oh is that what you wanted me to say?

It was a mistake

a regret

yet

how did I manage to convince myself to do it in the first place?

what is it about fame that draws the eye?

what is it that takes over on that silent street

made of dreams only the wealthy get to keep

while everyone else is just scraping by?

and what of you and i?

this street does not feel wide enough for two

walks of life to stride side by side, no.

there is only so much pavement to ride

before you reach that boulevard of lies.

a monument to mankind's eminent downfall.

oh my love, i am too sick of this wall

built to divide the famous and wise.

i have walked this road a long while

and will walk it evermore.

i will walk until i reach that golden shore,

and then i will dip my head in with a smile.

my journey is worthwhile but you will never see,

though my cause is written in red on the streets.

i will die to see them cleaned,

even if it takes you away from me.

it would be worth it, and i'm sorry.

I have been asking myself the same question. After months of thinking of my answere, I finally knew that I would never know. When you ask yourself this, you are aproching this topic all wrong. The question is not, "was it worth it," in fact there is no question to ask. There are so many posubilities in life. Whatever roed you take, it's your one. So yes, the answere to this question is yes. everything that you have ever done is worth it. You made the right deciosion, and you have to trust that.