thank you, but
July 30, 2013 § 8 Comments
When met with a compliment I feel a sense of earnest remorse for kindnesses unearned. I want to pin my errors alongside my blessings like laundry strung boldly across my home. I fail colorfully, noisily, apologetically each day; impatience gets tangled in expectations and perspective cluttered with emotions. It is a messy task, mothering, and I am as much a novice today as I was the moment I first held each child. I unfold each day with equal parts fascination and terror, gratitude and humility as I tend to my lessons in raising a family of individuals.
My wisdom is fleeting, I am master of nothing as each day challenges yesterday’s certainty; each truth tempered by experiences that rarely duplicate themselves. Tomorrow I wake a fool anew in search of certainty that I have loved unconditionally and learned intentionally, for anything else would be unreasonable to assume and impossible to measure.
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Beautiful words. All I can add is that be kind to yourself 🙂
No truer sentiment – wishing all of us a tireless supply of patience and kindness as we find our way, collectively, on separate paths.
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No buts, just thanks.
Very beautiful words.
Thank you. I wrote this as a reminder to myself in response to kindnesses that threatened to overshadow the uncomfortable, messy imperfections between beautiful moments. It seemed essential to hold tightly to the contrast between success and struggle to honor my story more completely.
Absolutely! Just leave out the last word and it becomes a thing of beauty 🙂
Thank you, no exceptions or amendments.