Writing is my thing....really I guess one of my things. There are quite a few things that live deep inside my soul, occupying that special place where sacredness grows from a natural love that was not forced. It was just there, growing and becoming a part of me, like the brown eyes that stare back from the mirror, an extension of who I am.
My kids are the deepest rooted love inside me. The two beings that were created and molded from my genes and my influence are always at the forefront of everything else that seems to draw my attention from them. They are the reason that I was married for 17 years. They are the reason that I am a yearling divorcee. They are the reason that I am a teacher, a Christian, a runner, a horse rider, a writer, and above all a mother. They are the fuel that drives every passion and the driving force behind my sincere desire to be better, to be the person that they need as the head of our single parent household.
The model of strength and steadfastness that my two teenage children need must emanate from me, because there is no one else to show them. Sometimes this knowledge is exhausting, but in that I find strength in myself. I am strong not because I have known no challenges or because I have easily beat them. I am strong because many times I have fallen to my knees from despair, hopelessness, and a hurt that is as deep as the make up of me. Then I have risen and I have carried on with a stalwart face turned toward the accomplishment of rising from the pain and desperation with a hope for the future and a knowledge that they are worth putting one foot in front of the other. They are worth the simple act of moving forward, no matter how slow my steps are or how often I stumble.
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