This stinky little boy is on my mind a lot lately. Darn kid, he’s got me losing sleep again. Seems I didn’t get as much as I needed last night, and crashed after work. Ah, I do love a nap. Now refreshed I can take a deep breath and get on with it.
I am strong.
Someone very important to me wrote that to me recently. I cried when I read it, because at the time I did not feel strong. I felt like a phony, a fraud. Someone who just pretends this great exterior of being strong and brave and capable. While I love that perception, it is embarrasing to reveal the true character that I am. I showed my weak self and felt like I had let my family down by not being the strong person they thought I was. How on earth could I care for everyone else if I couldn’t even care for myself.
That was yesterday, and today is a different day. Today I see that not only am I a Mum, but I am human. And it’s all those little weak moments that build you up to be stronger, and stronger I am.
yes. i. am. strong. Because of him, for him. Everything will be alright, (till next time i am feeling sooky again. 🙂 ) Just smack me will ya.