Things to look back onto when I think I can’t do it: i have survived insect bites, blisters on my feet, sand in those blisters, lake water, splinters, sumburns, dehydration, heat exhaustion, awkward cabin mates, bad attitudes, homesickness, upset tummys, long hours with no breaks, a butload of info. In three days. Camp is intense. Aw yeah.
Okay, so despite being really bossy and slightly condescending, Will is starting to grow on me. He is very open and isn’t afraid to talk about things. And he tries to laugh as much as possible, even when it is really painfully awkward. But he gets things done and I can respect that. And he can be nice sometimes. I think I will be able to enjoy this President- VP relationship we are going to have.
It’s the kind of love that allows us to cultivate patience when we are convinced there is absolutely none left in our reserves. It’s the kind of love that fills us with the energy to wake up during the night with whatever our babies need (and no matter their age) when we feel so beyond exhausted.
It’s the kind of love that gives us strength - in body, mind, and spirit when we feel anything but. It’s the kind of love that helps us feel brave when we are so very scared or consumed with worry. It’s the kind of love that encourages confidence when we feel incredibly filled with doubt and are convinced we are completely screwing this all up.
It’s the kind of love that tells us that we are doing a great job, really. It helps us honor the person that our child is, every bit of their unique and spunky selves — no matter how much we agree or disagree with their choices.
- SinglemamabirdHoly jeeps. I figured it out! Here I was, doing my human habit of over complicating things when the answer is so simple. I was sad because I wasn’t embracing my happiness. Who would have thunk it?
I really need to find someone who will keep me in check for simpleness. I think my mom spoils me with her ability to do that. I can bring her the most complicated involved mess and she can untangle it easily. She doesn’t have that need to validate me. Like if I was fighting with another person, she doesn’t sit there and just say that everything I am doing is the right thing and how dare another person argue with me, etc. I never find much use for that kind of stuff, even though I understand that we all tend to do it from time to time. But she is able to throw out a few possible explanations on why that person might be behaving that way or where my problem originated from. Then she gives me advice on how I could handle that situation. And sometimes it is not what I want to hear, but what I need to hear. And I think the thing I love most is that she offers her advice to me without taking offense to whether or not I actually use it. She respects my decision to handle the situation in my own way, with or without taking her advice into account. Even though, I have reached the point in my life where I usually do because she is usually right, which is very helpful to have someone to talk to who is usually right about things. Saves a lot of stress down the road.
Anyways, I am just happy that I am starting to feel like my old self again. Except better. Because I have had more experiences than my old self and more opportunities to make mistakes and grow and shake off all that crud that was weighing me down.
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