When asked which experiences in my life contributed to my being a better person, I realized what a difficult question that was to answer. The first thought that came to my mind was another question: Aren’t all experiences meant to make us better as a person whether they are good or bad? However, after giving it some more thought, I came up with two that had the greatest impact on my lifelong journey to becoming a better person.
The first one to come to mind was the birth of my daughter. After several years of teaching and some travel, I suddenly had the urge to have a baby. She decided to enter this crazy, mixed up world fifty-two years ago. She is my only child so I guess one could say that she was left with the task of living her life with her mom by herself without the influence of a brother or sister. I think this explains why she has been at times more like a mom to me rather than a daughter. Whatever I might think or intuit about this part of my life, I know for sure it was a huge turning point for me. For the first time I had to shift my focus on her and not on myself. I was responsible for her personal care and happiness as she adjusted to our world. She taught me what true love was all about. This was the beginning of my journey to becoming a better person. After a few years of married life and as a teacher of children at the age of ten years, I felt the urge to have a child of my own. Her arrival was a turning point for me. I know that many women, past and present, would agree that it’s not an easy job being a mother. All of a sudden, that little bundle of joy could turn into the most demanding little human you have ever encountered. No matter how much one may want to be a mother or what our own mother was like, it can be one of life’s most significant roles for us to play.
I had planned to take time off from my teaching career at that time to be a stay-at-home mom in a city where my husband and I had bought a house of our own. He worked in this city near his family, but my family and friends were scattered all over Canada, leaving me with little in the way of support. I had to learn how to look after a newborn baby on my own. In those days, husbands weren’t expected to play much of a role as a dad other than to provide their financial support by working at a job that really wasn’t their choice, as in my husband’s case. However, he did have his childhood friends and his family in that nearby town where he was brought up for his support.
My second life experience which helped me greatly in my self-growth was my choice and good fortune to have the resources to travel well before the birth of my daughter. It was a geography book in my fifth grade that captured my attention. I learned from it and my teacher that there was a whole big world out there beyond Nova Scotia where I was born.
While still in highschool, I did have the opportunity to travel to the province of Quebec and to New York in the US. After graduating from university, I immediately headed further west to Ontario, Alberta, and British Columbia to establish a career for myself. After several years of teaching , I had saved enough money to buy a backpack to travel over to Europe and see some of this continent on $5 a day. I admit that I am lucky to have lived back in the day in the year of 1969 when I could live on this budget and it was safe to hitchhike a ride from friendly Europeans in France, Germany, Austria, and Greece. I wasn’t alone, but with four other girl friends. Two of us decided to keep going to the east into Asia, where we ended up on a kibbutz in Israel working as a volunteer.
My second life experience which had a great impact on my personal growth was when I decided to go into a semi retirement in my mid 60’s. By this time, I had moved back to Nova Scotia where I was born. My daughter was all grown up, working and enjoying a life of her own. Unfortunately, my first marriage to her dad didn’t work out. I was now with my second husband. Although we both were working part-time at various jobs, including some supply teaching for me, we both wanted to do some travelling. I was definitely wanting to see more of our world at this point in my life. And so we did until he didn’t want to go much further than Montreal where he was born, and to be near his family, who still lived there. We began to travel to different places of our choice which was fine with me but not so much for him. Our interests and what we wanted out of the rest of our lives were definitely different. For me the places and countries I have been as a solo traveller have become a way of life which has been very good for me in becoming more independent and becoming that better person. For him, he is near his family and has found a lady with a similar background to him.
In conclusion to this topic of bettering ourselves by taking the time to note which experiences we’ve had to do this, I have concluded that if we take the time to get to know ourselves, we will then find it easier to take charge of our life’s journey while on this earth and make the best of it.

