Dear Mom,
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,
Jenny
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