Why do we make the hard things harder?
I am sure that we can come up with a million reasons and that they would be the same yet different for all of us.
It's weakness.
It's shame.
It's a history of hurt.
It's feelings of inadequacy.
It's embarrassment.
It's fear of failure.
It's that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that says you are no good, you are lazy, you are ridiculous, you are just plain dumb for feeling this way.
It's everything and nothing all at the same time.
And so today when I was feeling overcome........yet again........(((SIGH)))......by life and all the whos and whats of my life........I came to you...........
I had the beginnings of a headache, I was starting to feel nauseous, I was tired, I was irritable, I was pretty much being a horrible person and feeling every inch of that horribleness.
Until..............
YOU.
Until someone shared the post.
Until someone came with a Diet Vanilla Sonic.
Until someone else came and said I am here, what can I do?
Until someone texted that I was to breathe and that tonight was for adults so hold on.
Until someone hit like and then someone else did and then someone else, showing that no I wasn't the only one.
Until my husband was home and I was done and it was time to rest and get pretty for the night.
Until................
YOU.
Thank you for being YOU.
My life without YOU is what is hard, is what makes the hard things harder. With YOU there is no failure, there is no embarrassment, there is no weakness or shame or hurt or wondering. For with YOU there is a resting place. Thank YOU.........you always know who YOU are.
And so now the world is an easier place, and easier space...........the headache is gone, the nausea not there, the children and mama happy.........there has been an easing of tension, a feeling of solidarity in this world of parenting.
If you find yourself in need of a YOU.........you know where I am..........
1 comment:
YOU are a person of peace and encouragement to me ALWAYS! Glad to return the feeling every now and then!
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