This might be one of those posts that
others feel like they don’t want to read.
I’m disheartened make no mistake.
But in plain and simple terms I need to just say something…
Life is ever changing, the chapters
continue regardless of my circumstances.
Clouds might shade the sun however, it consistently rises and sets each
day; for
that I am grateful.
In the midst of changes I can’t seem
to make right. For the others I can’t
seem to make happy I am truly sorry. You
know what they say about the road paved with good intentions… but still I
try. I want so badly to solve. That is what I am, the solver, the fixer of
all, the go to, the make it all better woman.
{A little long for a superhero title I know. Wink}
But in the center of this world that
won’t allow for mistakes, or scrutiny that hinders, or defeat that won’t be
expected I see a light.
I will be honest. I don’t know how this one will be
solved. And that should have been a
plural, it’s not just one problem. But while
my body continues to reject what I push it through with trembling hands, and
finger tips that go numb I stumbled upon my
“About me and them page”
I just want to share it, even if you’ve
already read it.
Bailey
The Radiance: She is the ray of warmth open arms, soft hands to
wipe tears; a graceful voice of comfort. Encouraging words, delivering
support she is the right hand; the guardian to the throne.
McKenna
The Healer: She sits quietly behind the scenes waiting to take her
place. She aids the tired bringing calm to the shaken soul. Always
there to pick up the pieces and stow them carefully in a small box of burden
she keeps for all of us.
Hanna
The Fire: She heats our cold spirits and lights our candles that
diminish from strong winds of madness. Her brightness illuminates our
path and upon trudging towards a new journey, she always packs additional
kindling. Without her warmth, a cold winter we would bear.
Breelyn
The Humor: She fills our world with loud laughter and streams
of smile. Where there is ache, she crafts delight. Loving giggles
and mischief as a science, she quakes our world with vibrant color and
whimsical spice.
Ethan
The Playful: He stands close to all, watching, waiting for his
opportunity to pounce. With silly fits and tickling words, surprise
attacks of love and thoughtful expressions, he reminds us it never remains
dark.
Logan
The Innocent: He is a miracle of his own determination. He
brightens our trail with sweetness and iridescence cleansing our wounds he
washes clean our worries setting free our troubles.
My
children… the astounding reminder that Heaven exists… the glow of my hazel eyes
and my reason to breathe.
They
are the one beautiful nature I have given back to the world.
This is what I am doing here. For better or far worse, I ache to do right
by them. The blessings I thought as a
teenager I didn’t even want to have. The
pieces of me that so richly fill me and allow me to have purpose.
I received a response to my last post
from a dear, most precious friend. She’s
a ridiculously talented writer whom I have compared many times to Walt
Whitman. I’m not even certain what she
was trying to get across. Was the
message my own advice, suck it up and be a man?
Or was it appreciate what you have but make those changes.
Or could it have been, Pidg stop
whining?
Either way I want to clarify; I do
know that the hardest part to change is actually following through on the
change itself. Once you’ve made that dive
the rest is what you make of it.
I am not defeated. I am in all honesty one of the strongest
women I know. To have made it this far
keeping my pidglets with me and under my house and wing was against so many odds. But I did it and we will continue to do so.
Part of climbing to a higher
elevation is the burn you feel in your muscles and the ache in your back. The summit, I believe, is not always your
view from the top, but the view during the climbing journey.
I have a purpose… six to be
exact. And regardless of what any doctor
says, I will not be defeated or even slowed down. The sun will always touch my face if I look
in the right direction.
Love…love… live for my babies.
The road is long, but I was built
with endurance…
Thanks Mama for that one.
Off to my travels…
With much loves,
Pidg♥
I can't imagine how full your heart is when my mine burst at the seams for just one baby. You're a wonderful mom! Oh I know, you have SIX hearts!
ReplyDeleteYes you can venture through the wilderness and get to the other side...you are resilient - every day you show everyone what you can do ... and having your pidglets is just frosting on that Pidgalicious cake.
ReplyDeleteLove you girl!