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Poof, Problem Solved

How do you know when enough is enough? How do you know when you have reached the end of the road or the beginning a very steep hill? Why does parenting mean that not only are you trying to figure this out for yourself but also you are trying to figure it out for your kid?


I want an easy button. A button that I can push every now and then to make life EASY! If I can’t have an Easy button how about an Answer button.

Here is the answer to your question, do this.

That would be nice. The angst of trying to make decisions overwhelms me. I think if I had known parenting was going to be this hard I would have taken a pass.

No, that isn’t true because there is the other side of the coin. The smiles, success, accomplishments and lessons learned. Those make up for the angst, grief, sorrow. . . I think I will stop now.

The quote, “Life is a box of chocolates,” keeps popping up in my life. It is somewhat sad to say how true this statement is. Sometimes you get perfectly creamy, delicious, piece of chocolate. Sometimes you get a crunchy, nutty, and chewy chocolate.

Both are yummy, just one is a little harder to chew then the other.

I’m too caught up in the angst right now. I don’t know what choice to make and I want problems resolved.

TODAY!

No, YESTERDAY!

I have never been very good when it comes to this part of life. The part where you work through a problem, find solutions, and keep moving forward.

I just want the problem gone.

What I wouldn’t do for Samantha’s witch nose. Wiggle my nose and poof problem solved. Only that isn’t what life is about.

In my ever to be humble opinion life is about climbing those steep hills and overcoming obstacles. The obstacles are where we learn the most and grow the most. Therefore, I have to learn to live with the angst. Learn to live with the part where you work to find the solution.

In all likelihood the angst is some message that the body sends out that says, “FIX THIS!” So we fix it. No easy button , no answer button, just effort and hard work.

If I could figure out how to make that easy button I would be a zillionaire.

Hugs and Prayers,

Comments

Becky Smith said…
I agree-an EASY button would be great. If you find one, let me know! :-)

Becky
Me, Myself and I said…
They sell red "easy buttons" at Staples.

When you become a zillionaire you better remember your friends. At least invite us over for dinner cooked by your personal chef.

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