Sometimes you have to walk softly. Sometimes even when you are the one making the sacrifice you keep quiet. Then there are the times you just cannot keep quiet; when it matters too much. And you have to stand your ground. Feelings get hurt, maybe even your own. You cry, you pout the whole day. Then you move on.
The oldest calls it 'tender'. He has this phrase that he's been using lately. He'll just say it. "Tender". It's funny, in his mind, I'm not quite sure what it means, maybe it's akin to 'sweet'.
I'm rambling. I totally am. I try. I do my best. What else can I do? In my world, I have to be in control of a little bit. I've talked about this before, I've said it all before. I'm not in control of much but the things I can, I will. I'm walking softly. I could go splashing hard. I could. I don't.
I don't.
A Mom, A Wife, and a Writer. That is me.
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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