It’s been a long winter, rife with conflict. Navigating a course as mother, wife, business owner and fully-realized self has sapped so much from me. There are times when I allowed myself to get caught in the rut of discontent. Then I saw this: “It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.” Eleanor Roosevelt And I was reminded of just how many candles I have at the ready. I cannot promise I won’t falter, but I am going to work at embracing my light.
Being grateful and being truly aware of your blessings are two entirely different things. I sat down today while the girls napped to write a letter of reference for friends of ours. Sean was working on prepping dinner and putting away groceries so that I was unencumbered by all the things that are more easily accomplished without kids underfoot. I had a simple directive— —- Explain how they would be good parents. —- My mind was zipping around, should I talk about their musical talents? Creativity? Generosity? Work ethic? Is it important to talk about family or explain the strength of their values and their open minds? Should I be playful or concise, should I use big words or dumb it down? After typing…
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I had a minor meltdown in the parking lot of school today. Sean and I were heading in to collect Avery and Finley. I had promised to take them to the library today, not at their request, it was completely driven by me. I wanted to do it. I have managed a couple of trips to the library now and each time it’s tickled at some of the most golden memories, unformed and impossible to articulate though they are. I wanted to do this, to have this one time when I said I was going to do something and actually follow through. I didn’t want to be late, I didn’t want to postpone. I wanted to take my kids to the damn library. Then…