Hello there, friend,
Somehow I got it into my head that I wasn't going to get the stomach bug that everyone else in my family had this last week. Boy, was I wrong. Yesterday was the worst and I spent almost all day in bed, unable to move. Thankfully, it was only a 24-hour bug and I'm feeling much better today.
All too often, I feel like being adult is so much harder than I expected. How we move through our daily lives, bear each other's burdens, correct our children, love them, train them -- I often don't my role in it either. In many ways, I expected to have myself figured out by now and that I would be able to raise my children without my own continuing struggles. But that is so far from the truth.
The struggles still come, but now they are multiplied by four. And what I didn't expect -- when my children encounter problems how they would affect me! So maybe it isn't multiplied; maybe it's exponential. I can't tell. But, conversely, the joys are also certainly exponential. They are the things that lift us up when the struggles come and they are often so small, like a six year-old girl who makes her own lunch because her sick mama won't get up off the couch. That's something to celebrate!
xo,
L
