Stream of Thought

Raising Kids Is Hard

I see a woman with a ten year old and two younger of his siblings, instructing him firmly while herd-corralling the younglings, and I shake my head slightly in acknowledgement of how heavy the burden she is managing.

To think, I raised two on my own trying to work with a husband with a disability. Hardships are not necessarily the issue – but whether or not you have a partnership of free-flowing collaborating.

The exhaustion now hitting me as if I have come out from a war zone leaves me reeling. Hypervigilance expended and edema resultant.

Was it the physical load or the psychological and emotional compression that was unrelenting?

Stream of Thought

Accelerated Growth

I am thankful to the people, energetic nuances, and fine lines tweased that helped me slip between cracks to find our way home.

So why am I now having such a bad attitude? I think that I am angry that I had to go through this trial of faith by pressure and fire.

So what that I will now come out more honed as a diamond with more pure shine and less hiding my character!

I resent not having had a choice but to do what I had to in order to prove my grace.

Why? Why must I prove what I have always known, shown, and believed?

Why nail me to a wall so that I had to struggle more and show others by example how to endure to obtain reprieve?

Yes, things could have been worse – but for me, the trials were unnecessary!

I was already on my right path – although where we are now can give us better leverage.