A friend sent this to me:

I think parenting young children (and old ones, I've heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they've heard there's magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it's hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.

- Glennon Melton, huffington post

 

I think it beautifully states  How I feel as a mother and how I feel about life in general. I have been getting really sappy about being alive lately for a while and in the next second I am really angry and annoyed because I am not in charge of everything I want to have happen right now... we at least to an extent I am not. 

 I often find myself screaming inside Grow Already ! So meany good Ideas and so many new ideas all the time and never enough time to do them all, and guilt upon guilt for having ideas outside of being a mother and a wife.  This little life has brought me so much opportunity and open mindedness I never would have imagined possible and I dont want to leave him out, or my husband either....

 And arent we all confused about who we were who we are and where we are going? Why then are we tourcher ourselves for an answere? Isnt this moment, this breath, this beautiful vision we can use to see... Isnt that enough? I have a feeling If we all died right now we would wish we thought about it like that while we had had the chance. 

Laughing keeps us present keeps us from losing our minds. The pain of being only in this plain are small and superficial, even the huge ones are an obstacle for growth and change. And even the ones that rip your soul out are there so you can re-cultivate what the soul has meant to you because you have been on the brink of loss. Im just saying what if you htought about it like all of this is a gift?