There's a time for everyone

I have been a smoker most of my life, I lit up my first at the age of 12, from that day I thought I was one of the cool kids and I had earnt my right in the toughie circle at my local primary school, yep it was great to hear the younger ones chitter chatter about my ply of fags, by the time I left high school I was addicted, but socially it was still cool to smoke, I went to on to have 5 beautiful children and I thank the Angels every day that they were all healthy bubs despite me smoking a pet a day, I still remember the first day my son was born 33 years ago, the nurses bought an ashtray and sat on my dresser beside my bed, yes back then you could smoke in maternity wards because you weren't sick, 2 years ago for the very first time I attempted to quit, and yes I did for 2 months, and for the very first time in my life, I suddenly realised what a smoker smelt like, when my hubby got in the car after a cigarette break, the smell was so overwhelming I hung my head out the window until the smell cleared, I suddenly realised that's how I smelt and that's the smell my kids grew up with, and now my 6 grand children smell it too, I fell back into the nicotine trap but I never lost that terrible thought, I have been on a cycle of champions and I have been smoke free for 3 days, but suddenly my 32 yr old daughter who chauffeur me around is saying how nice I smell now and my 7 yr old grand daughter says I smell like roses, and it's those simple things that make me want to succeed in quitting, I don't want their lasting memories of me to be geez she smelt like cigarette smoke, I want them to remember the smell of my perfume, so I am pretty confident this is my time to quit, so it's not always about the bigger things in life those little things can be just as important