“If we could look into each others hearts and understand the unique challenges each of us faces, I think we would treat each other much more gently, with more love, patience, tolerance, and care”. ~ Marvin J. Ashton
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The joys of the last two months have been tied with small moments of sadness for me.
While I welcomed the beauty of autumn with its colourful leaves and crisp cool air, I had difficulties letting go of my youngest to full-time school.
While I lavished myself in endless hours of free time to do everything my little heart desired, I mourned the loss of an aunt who was dear to my heart.
While I look forward to the up-coming Christmas holidays, I am saddened by the difficult change of life my sister is enduring as I write this.
While I am overjoyed with the birth of my new nephew and full of happiness for his parents, a part of me feels a loss for the babies I no longer am able to bare.
While I am thankful that my teenage daughter stays true to who she really is, a part of me yearns to know her insecurities and heartaches so that I can mend the parts of her soul that others may have already wounded.
While I watch friends around me separate from their spouses and divide their assets, I hold my husband closer and appreciate all the little things he does that I take so easily for granted.
When I am in the presence of people who are so into themselves and their own lives, I want more than ever to be the opposite – that person who stays out of the limelight and chooses, instead, to listen with a caring heart because it’s better to give, than to always take.
As I get older and become more knowledgeable about people, I find myself weeding out friendships. Friendships that have ceased to thrive. Friends that no longer put in the effort. People who want to stay in your life will always find a way to do so.
At 43, my heart is full of different loves. A love for my girls who bless me with every aspect of their being. A love for the friends who have stood by me and never stopped caring about me. A love for the career path I chose and the little kids who share their hearts with me daily. A love for my parents who, even at 43, still want to take care me as if I were 13. A love for my sisters, who through thick and thin, stand by me without question. A love for my husband who, from day one, has loved, supported and believed in me unconditionally.