Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
So things have been pretty stressful these past weeks.
With working full time, trying to raise these 2 Teenage girls.
Attitudes, Incosiderate actions, want, want, want
The 4 year old who’s getting independent and testing his limits.
Telling me I wasn’t the goodest mommy cause I say mean things like “Go to sleep!”
Dr.s and Dentist appts. practically daily, for myself, the kids, Grandma.
Holding a screaming, squiriming boy down only to have him pull a filling out and have to do it over again.
Trying to be the helpful hand for someone then being criticized and fighting for it.
Sleepless nights over worry and wonder.
It’s hard to be the caretaker, the peacemaker, the reliable one.
Sometimes, a lot of times, I don’t want to be that one anymore.
But my heart won’t let me.
I don’t want to have any regrets when they’re gone.
I don’t want to wish I did more.
Had more conversations.
Helped when I could have.
I have inner struggles with myself daily, hourly.
In order to brush it all off and clear my mind,
I went on a drive yesterday.
Rolled down the windows,
opened the sunroof,
had my iced coffee in hand,
and Mariah’s “I don’t want to cry” blaring on the radio
Sun shining down on me, feeling and enjoying the heat of the day,
Singing at the top of my lungs
Then I realized, the kids were right!!
Damn it! I hear that your voice changes as you get older though, that must be the reason!
Happy Friday, Have a good weekend!