I grew up with my mother smoking cigarettes around us. When I got a little older, I was hesitant about every time she asked me to hand her the pack of cigarettes. I worried about her health and did not want to be a part of the problem.

When I turned 14 she said she was going to quit, but I found her smoking in the basement. It upset me not because she was smoking, but because she lied to me. The shock of smelling that tobacco smoke again nearly gave me whiplash.

Now I cannot make decisions for my mother. She has been a smoker since the age of 15, and the habit is hard to break. But I am glad that she decided to stop smoking around her kids (including me) and my dad. The courtesy and honesty about her smoking is good. Hopefully she may decide to quit smoking all together rather than just cut down on the cigarettes. At least she thought about the rest of us when it comes to the smoking issue.