There have been many times I’ve questioned why things happen the way they do. I suppose it’s my imperfections and selfishness as a human being that make me think this way and question these things. I wonder when it will be my turn, my family’s turn to reap the rewards of our sacrifices and hard work. I recently read something that hit me so hard I almost fell off my chair. It stung. When the reality of my absurdity hit me, a feeling of complete disregard for everything I’d been taught as young girl washed over me.
How shameful that I’d allowed myself to fall into such a shallow pond and begin drowning. When did I lose track of the many blessings I have? I gathered myself together for a quick prayer of thanks.
I sat and read this over and over again. In my case it’s more like I’m not where I want to be but thank God I’m not where I used to be.
I realized quickly that I’m right where I need to be. I’m learning. I’m still a work in progress. I realized how much I’ve grown, how much I’ve learned and continue to learn. And yes, Thank God I’m not where I used to be!
As we continue on our journey through life trying to be the best example for our children, guiding them, coaching them, preparing them, caring for them; even with our loved ones, spouses, parents, grandparents, friends. This is the greatest reward we could’ve been given. To have our family. They are my guiding light.
The rest is gravy. What does anything else matter? I have what money can’t buy. That makes me rich. And for that I am thankful.
Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not.
Learning to be self reliant in a codependent world is a rare gift that I hope you will find to be extremely liberating. To my sweet Elisabeth, remember that everything I say and do for you is a calculated move. That’s one of the blessings of motherhood. You’re forced to think ahead for the sake of your children.
It’s a funny thing to sit and chat with children about how you grew up. The dynamics in every family and culture are so different. The times have changed drastically too. I remember being in school and participating in various activities during our field day. Remember those? That was the best day of the whole school year for me. Getting your class to compete against your friends and their home room teachers in games of tug o’ war, what a blast! The number one thing I remember was winning in order to get a medal and ribbon. Mediocrity wasn’t celebrated. We didn’t get ribbons for participating. We didn’t get our names printed on the school newsletter or paper for acknowledgement of participation. We had to earn that. Nobody ever suffered everlasting scars of torment from it. Everything is so different now. You can’t celebrate one person’s accomplishments without acknowledging every last tidbit everyone else did. I’m here to tell you sweetheart, that you need to grow up. You’ll have to be tougher than that if you want to be a strong, independent individual. Being coddled that way isn’t teaching you anything other than to feel entitled. The bad news is-The world doesn’t owe you a thing, okay?
Recently, I was on Facebook, swiftly reading through posts and I came across one that caught my attention. A young woman was on a tangent about how no one she knew ever liked pictures of her and her husband, she continued on about how she speculated this was probably due to jealousy. Jealousy? What if people weren’t on Facebook that day, or use automated posting apps like I do? I seldomly have time to get on and actually read posts. Most of my stuff is auto scheduled a month out. Besides, why did people have to comment or like these posts? Was she waiting on people to celebrate a picture she’d shared? Naturally, my mind wandered the more I read on this….I forgot to like it and comment.. but that’s neither here nor there.
As my oldest I hope I’ve instilled in you the caliber of my very pungently strong being so that you don’t feel you have to rely on the amounts of likes and comments left on social media platforms as a means of validity for anything. You my dear, should know your worth and what you bring to the table. Never wait for anyone to celebrate anything for you as a means of definition as to who or what you are or what your happiest moments mean to you. Remember what I always say, it’s quality over quantity. I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies when it comes to the people I surround myself with. I thought about this young lady and her post for several days, I began to think maybe she felt entitled to have people falling all over themselves to compliment her and comment and like what she was sharing. I’m supposing no one ever explained to her that someone else’s opinions shouldn’t matter to her so long as she’s happy. As I delved deeper in thought I came to the conclusion that only a person wearing a mask would care what anyone else thinks. When you’re truly happy with yourself and what you’ve accomplished is someone else’s happiness for you really that relevant to your being? Is that what you’re going to allow to gauge your overall happiness?
I guess your old lady could be wrong where this young woman is concerned, I mean I’m no expert. I’m just an over analytical fart. In essence what I’m saying is, thank you for listening when we talk to you. I hope you never change. My hopes for you are that you continue to march to the beat of your own drum. You’ve taken risks in competitions at school that ultimately would’ve scared the bejeezus out of me, and that makes me proud of you. You’ve never stopped to check and see if the world is going to applaud you. That thrills me because the world doesn’t stop to applaud you. It doesn’t have to. You’re doing what makes you proud and happy. You’re not stopping to look around to see who’s watching. You’re only stopping to help others along the way. That’s a sign of a flourishing young woman. Your self reliance and self confidence are shaping you each and every day and they change and grow with you. Continue on with your balance of confidence and humility. Stay hungry, stay focused, stay humble.