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Can you tell I’m pride proud? That I love my family so much I could pop? Sometimes it scares me. Sometimes I think that if I’m too proud, all of it will cave in and crumble. I always think I’m on a precipice. My young friend Monchalee mentioned today that she was born under the Chinese Zodiac sign of the Dog. So was I, but probably 24 years earlier than her. I’m an Earth Dog. Her statement got me thinking about why I am the way I am.
I wish I were as carefee as I looked! I am trying to raise my girls to be secure and strong, to encourage them to embrace their strengths, and yet I feel that I sometimes don’t get through. I know I’m supposed to let life happen to them. The thing is, I don’t want it to happen to them the way it happened to me. I want it to be better.
When the girls were younger we’d have to rescue them sometimes. We’d go back to school for books or jackets left behind. It would eat at me all weekend if they lost a water bottle somewhere. When I say we, I probably should say me. John is as much a parent to them as I am, but I think he doesn’t get as knotted up inside.
This week he’s home on vacation with the girls and amazing things are being accomplished by the three of them. I know John is herding cats when it comes to getting them to help, Continue reading “Pride proud.”