Life is fast. Life is slow. It's good it's bad. It's happy it's sad. It's scary. You either deal with it or you don't. If you take a step back, you know like say WAAAAY back, back by the mountains, like way back there???? You can look at it all. It might tax your brain, (it does mine) but you can see the big picture from back there......It's really BIG.
Why do horrible things happen to people? I suppose they happen for a reason. Babies die. People get murdered. Tortured. War. Horrible horrible. But also there are wonderful things. Happy things. People have beautiful babies; some healthy some not so but beautiful nonetheless. People fall in love, get married. They take trips they have wished for their whole life. They find things they lost and really treasured. Wonderful special things can happen in this life of ours.
We're supposed to be strong enough to take it all. Aren't we? God thinks we are. So why don't we think we can? My honey is so good. He is so helpful. He is so there. He loves to dance, he loves to talk, he loves to make me laugh. So why do I let the few other little things that tick me off take over? I don't know. I try so very hard not to. I try to take it in stride. Mom's do more. They are stronger. When they are sick, they have to keep on. No one takes over thier roles and gives them a break. The things that we are so proud of, take pride in, accomplishments our children make, sometimes it's only us who really get them. Not all the time, but sometimes. We know the details like no one else. The exacts you know? How their day was. What awful stinkerish thing they drew on a piece of paper that the teacher wanted you to know about. The kids they like, the kids they don't. What so and so said on what day and the next day and who is reading what book at school. All the details.
Be strong. Take it in stride. This life is our one shot to do what we can and in some cases (not everyone is a parent) raise wonderful children. It's our one chance to try to get it right. Whatever that means. God knows when we are born, what we will do. Who we will become. The mistakes and the acheivments we will make. He knew when I was born that I would have a child that would die at ten months of age. He knows the reason. I don't. So I'm to be strong. Having said that, know that I constantly am trying to pick up my skirt tails and gather all the strength I have.....and I guess no one ever ever said it would be easy. Cause it sure isn't. But it's worth it.
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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