What choice are you most proud in making?
I answered this question on Facebook yesterday. My friend half the country away found it. And reminded me I’m loved with just one thoughtful comment.
You see, over the past 2.5 years I’ve had to make what feels like a million choices on my own. School decisions, house decisions, discipline decisions, friend & family decisions, life decisions, career, work, and money decisions, court, lawyer, and well being decisions. Decisions on everything from what to serve for dinner to what will this mean when we look back years from now.
Decisions big and decisions small.
It’s been hard. It’s been stressful, sometimes sad, sometimes confusing.
But, it’s also been rewarding. So very rewarding. To see the smiles, the grades, the manners, the respect, the compliments from strangers, the pats on backs from teachers, the pride from family, the hugs from pastors, the thrive and the drive of my children is the reward. Such a reward!
Looking back it was one original choice I made. The morning he left I crumbled. I was a sobbing, blubbering, mess of a woman, wife, and mother on the floor of the kitchen in our family home.
I got UP off my kitchen floor.
I. Got. UP.
