Sometimes, amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, I sit and ponder a simple question: How in the world did I get here? Oh – I know how I got here, to this place with four teen aged boys, a messy house, a loving husband, a sloppy dog, and too many responsibilities to handle in just one day. That can all be explained away by hasty decisions, a love of children, and the usual paths adults take as we meander through the tangled forest of life.
The “here” I am talking about transcends the physical and is nestled somewhere deep inside my happy soul. It’s the place I visit when the kids are screaming, the laundry is out of control, the dog has dug another hole, and the work is piling up. It’s the place that reminds me, on a daily basis, that “these things have a way of working themselves out”.
This place didn’t suddenly appear in my psyche. Like a flower, the seed was planted, it was nurtured with love and sunshine and taught resilience. From birth to adulthood, it has withstood emotional storms, torrential tears, and angry winds. More importantly, it has embraced the warmth of laughter, sunny smiles, and the strength of love.
A big part of who I am as a woman, a mother, a wife, a sister, and a daughter comes from the seed of hope you planted so long ago. Thank you for always being there, for loving me, and standing by when life becomes chaotic. These things do have a way of working themselves out – through hard work, a little faith, and whole lot of love and support.
Thank you for always being present in my life. I love you,