I hope you'll take a day to recognize your worth. I hope you'll look around at everything that is blossoming under your care and appreciate just how often you're succeeding, and how much you are treasured for your efforts.These are the words of one of the most inspirational women I've come across. Tresa is so inspirational, creative, strong and so very, very brave - and I am always in awe of what she accomplishes. I'm not really sure how I found her blog in the first place, but I've followed her for some time now.
I read her post, and I teared up. She's right. I smiled. I've got two beautiful little lives blossoming and becoming their own little people.
There are days I don't feel loved in the least (even worthless, unaccomplished, lost and unrespected). There are days when I feel like I've conquered the world just because I had a shower before 9pm (or at all). There are days I want to walk out the front door and just keep going. Those days are cloudy, stormy.
But for all those days, there are even more days of bliss. Pure sunshine, warmth and happiness. Sure, I have a will-full child - but she's polite and smart and sweet (when she wants to be). She's the spitting image of her father, but she's got my stubborn streak and strong will. She'll be a wonderful young woman one day - one that can take care of herself and be proud of that fact. Yes, I have a stubborn little man who isn't talking yet (except to say Daddy!) and screams his head off at the slightest upset- but he loves to snuggle and when he grabs my finger to lead me to another room just to point at a window or ask for his bear (gurgle-snort-peeeeeeeees), I smile. I hope to be able to raise him to be a good man, respectful and proud, just like his father.
It has taken me a while - but I've begun to recognize that I am doing a good job and even though they often have really strange ways of showing it, the three most important people in my life love me, appreciate me and cherish what I am doing for them.