Courage

The work courage can describe a lot of things. It could describe the police officer, soldier, or firefighter who wakes up every day, puts on their uniform and goes to work to protect us. It could mean the person who tells the truth even if they risk their job because they are standing up for what is right. Or someone who defends the honor of someone they don't know. But I am talking about moms. This is obviously something I am familiar with, so bear with me.

I have a good friend who is a single mom. She has family help, but the dad is over twelve hours away by car. At least he wants to help support them in some way, but essentially she does it alone. I have so much respect for single moms, they have to do everything alone. I know how hard it is and I am fortunate enough to have tons of help. (and I mean TONS!! Hubby is the best at helping me.)

I also have friends who have had enough courage to give up their jobs to be stay at home moms. I know for a fact that I am not designed to do this. Trust me, I have pondered it. I have to work, in fact I would work two jobs if I thought it possible. But these women have given up so much and the families have made sacrifices so that they can benefit from having a full time parent at home. I really and truly admire what they do, and they seem to love it. Watching what a particular friend does is astounding. She has children slightly more than a year apart. WOW!! One is nursing, another is walking. Busy mom and dad! What courage it has to even take them to the park, or for a walk. One is typically crying or needing something, and she seems to seamlessly take care of both their needs. Seriously, I don't think her hubby knows how lucky he is, because she is AWESOME!! I love going to the park with them because I am reminded how little patience I have with booger. Then I say a prayer for more patience with him and hubby.

So great job, moms!! Keep up the good work!

Six years

Today is the sixth anniversary of the day my grandma died. She took care of me after my dad died, she lived with us for most of my childhood. I absolutely adored this woman and still hold her in high regard. And she's gone. I miss her dearly. Some days, I just want her to have met my hubby, to have seen my son, etc. When I was growing up, she would always say she just wanted to see me graduate preschool, after that was accomplished it was kindergarten. It continued on with each milestone until she was at my high school graduation. She died when I was in my junior year in college, and never knew I dropped out. My grandma had the highest hopes for who I would become in life, and sometimes I wonder if I live up to those.
Grandma was the first female mayor in Kentucky, and was mayor of a small town for many many years, until I was born. She retired to help take care of me, and did so full time for years. I truly believe I was a huge part of this woman's existence. She had one of those larger than life personalities, everyone knew her and loved her. I certainly get my outgoing personality (surprise) from her and my mom. I just miss her, that's all.
And it's super late, I'm super stressed, and it's that day. I just want to go to sleep and forget about everything weighing me down today. Sorry this is so down, I'll try to be happier next entry.