Any news is good news ladies, good or bad…this means we can lean on each other, and this is good. So many feel, from the posts i have seen here in the past…that there is not much need to post the same over and over again.
I believe it not to be true, and ask the ladies to post the same ol, same ol…it is all we have, and prayer…so pipe in, post same ol, same ol, and know you are loved.
Is there a corolation here with the ladies…the guilt associated with complaining, and the men who tend to mock, and berate this for what ever insecure reason. That we have backed off due to an inner fear of failure, every time we post, that it is not working…again!
And is there the same feeling when we think of our unworthyness of recieving forgiveness from our lord at deeds repeatedly confessed…that we’re never going to get it right. Even though the nagging thought is in our heads that this has got to be true, that we are definitely never going to get this right.
I am faceing this zone…this detachment of hope…yet i smile, can be cheerful, and play along with the kids…if you asked me a deep question right now, i might be unconsoleable with hot tears.
This is what the constant battle does to us, to our marriages, and to us as woman. Yes we are brought up to love unconditionally…that is what a mother does…she loves every little broken part of a child, no matter what. It is right and good to do so.
Then there is this small part of me that wishes, beyond all practicality, this little voice. This little wonded child of our inner broken heart…the one who wants to be picked up after the scraped knee, the bully at work or home, the need to be able to set the table and have someone even notice.
Do we make a difference…we do, but we do not feel this. Our heads say yes, our hearts say…just one more hug please, or that touch on the shoulder to tell us with one glance…it will be ok. Not big demands at all. But we are married to **children **in many ways.
The disapointment is in this…they to want to be children, but are living the dream. Someone to pick up after them, some one to do their laundry, make their meals, have temper tantrums at, sneak out late…and avoid any responsibility, like it was gonna bite them on the butt.
How easy, how free…to think we wanted to parent them, yet they reserve the right to tell us we are doing it wrong, over and over again, untill we feel this must be true. Not in words, but the insecurity it has reinforced is incredible.
So here we are ladies…feelin bad, with the weight of the world on our sholders, and we have allowed this “problem child” to run us. Way to much of Nanny 911 that i watch is not only to pick up pointers for the children, but for the men. Grow up i silently scream…i am sooo tired at times, i want to fall over.
If we can not get back into positive thinking from the glorious male role models we are married to, we HAVE to rely on our laddies leadership of hearing positive feedback from each other.
This is the bond we have…our lives are really sucky in so many ways, but together we can be the glue, we can make a day ok, with a word, a comment, or a simple gesture from one lady (or man) to another.
Post my friends, post every gory boring detail…we are in a drout!
Love, your friend…Lana