We lost my grandma last night.
Nothing can prepare you for that loss, no matter how prepared you think you are.
Her body is still here but I know her soul is with Jesus and there is so much peace in that. And peace knowing her pain is gone. But the grief that comes isn’t easy.
I think we live in a world that tells us we need to be happy all the time.
Actually, I don’t think that, I know that.
I’m not going to draw this post out, because I think it’s actually very simple. We can portray a happy life with our highlight reels on social media…we can hide behind screens and put on fake smiles at family functions. We can show the world that we are happy because that’s what the world wants to see.
But…(don’t miss this)
IT’S OK TO NOT ALWAYS BE OK.
If you’re feeling overwhelmed, stop right where you are. If you’re feeling like the mundane is getting the best of you, stop right where you are.
I need you to take a step back, take a deep breath, and think about this for a second.
From when your child is born, until they leave at age 18, there is about 958 Saturdays. That’s almost 1,000 Saturdays and that seems like SO much! Maybe that number is overwhelming to you, thinking about the bad days and the hard days and the days that don’t end…but here’s the kicker. If you put 958 marbles in a glass jar and look at it, it’s nothing! Every single one of them represents one Saturday, and they dwindle down way too fast.
At 27 years of age, I feel like I’ve learned a lot.
One of the most important things I’ve learned is I cannot do anything on my own. I am weak. I am broken. I am only human, living in the flesh.
God meets me right where I am, and my friends, I pray He meets you wherever you are, as well. There is nothing too big for Him to handle, give Him your burdens and He will help make your load light.
I didn’t get to this place overnight. It’s taken years.
As a child, I remember fun Christmas mornings with mom and dad and my brother. As an adult, Christmas was…let’s face it, I was bahumbug about it. Then when I had kids, the magic came back seeing the twinkle in my son’s eyes. Then my baby turned into a toddler…which brings us to this post.
The twinkle in his eyes was still here this Christmas season, but then so was something else. Selfishness. Or greed? Maybe I don’t even know.
When I started out on this mom-blog adventure, I told myself that I needed to remain real with you guys.
Sometimes I succeed, other times I find myself trying to write what I think y’all will like or what I think will get the most hits.
Why would I do that to myself?
This world of social influence is tricky, but the short answer to that is…I have no clue.
We’ve hit tough terrain over here.
I’m not talking about terrible-twos, because we’ve been in that for 10 months and…well, it isn’t pleasant, but we’ve learned how to deal with that.
This post is about a few different things.
It’s about how we are embracing the strong-willed side of our child, and how we are embracing our child.
