Be Brave Girl
I had a guest editor look at my postings. Being a close friend and family, I value his input. He chuckled at a few things but after reading he gave me the best advice. He said that this blog is my own and I can create it as I like. That permission was liberating to me. I have been guarded and afraid of disapproval longer than I would like to admit. The deep desire to be liked has overshadowed my inner confidence.
Recently, my boys have had some minor frustrations and cried out "I can't do it!" Hearing that phrase make me cringe. Raising my boys to know that they can do anything is important to me. I want to teach them to be industrious and find a way that works best for them.
My inner critic no longer serves me. Being fearless is more aligned with who I want to be.
My grandmother was my biggest inspiration in my life. Losing her this year, tore me up inside. She was superwoman to me and many others. My favorite pastime with her was sitting on the patio swing listening to her recount the days of working in the factory during WWII. I loved the way she told the story of how her and my grandpa met. My heart aches for that feeling of closeness I shared with her. The way it felt to grab her hand in a moment of laughter. I'm lucky I have lots of pictures and video that I can look at and remember her today, but just being with her in that time was my greatest gift.
Grandma was definitely a fearless woman.
Recently, my boys have had some minor frustrations and cried out "I can't do it!" Hearing that phrase make me cringe. Raising my boys to know that they can do anything is important to me. I want to teach them to be industrious and find a way that works best for them.
My inner critic no longer serves me. Being fearless is more aligned with who I want to be.
My grandmother was my biggest inspiration in my life. Losing her this year, tore me up inside. She was superwoman to me and many others. My favorite pastime with her was sitting on the patio swing listening to her recount the days of working in the factory during WWII. I loved the way she told the story of how her and my grandpa met. My heart aches for that feeling of closeness I shared with her. The way it felt to grab her hand in a moment of laughter. I'm lucky I have lots of pictures and video that I can look at and remember her today, but just being with her in that time was my greatest gift.
Grandma was definitely a fearless woman.
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