As I stress about getting the MOPS craft and gab all prepped and ready, how to get laundry washed and packed for Disney, and what school stuff needs to be brought along for the 7 hour car ride (one way), I realize that my stresses in life are so small. It seems life around me is out of control. Not my life or even those super close to me, but people that I know. Just last week I learned that a mom of a 4 and 1 year old that I knew could take no more of life, so she took her own. I don't know what she was going through or why she could not drag herself out of a bad year, but I do know that her children will now grow up without her. Worse than that, they will someday find out that she made that choice for them. My heart breaks almost out loud for her and her family in the way that I hug my kids and kiss them one extra time for the day when I think of her.
If that is not enough to think about and put life into perspective, a friend's house burned down this weekend and I am told, she may have lost everything. No one was hurt, but in the mist of struggling with huge family problems, she now has lost her home.
My piles of laundry and junk mail just don't seem that important any more. I keep asking God why and I know He is not going to give me a reason. I know that bad things happen to everyone and that good things come from bad circumstances. I just feel like things are out of control today. I think I'm going to put dinner in the oven and sit in front of a book and try to unwind. Even though none of these things have happened to me, I still feel very stressed about them.
your kid is a racist. and so is mine.
1 year ago