Days when life is just too much, what do you do?

Threats of snow, balancing work loads, missing hugs, looming separation are all being held upright by a broken foot.  This is a moment when I have a choice.  To drop it all and walk away or to hold on tight and find a more stable foundation to lean against. Daily I choose to find support.

Today this meant looking to points in my life where I thought there was no hope- such as when my oldest son laid in intensive care well before his 8th birthday. A single mom trying to raise a child with disabilities while balancing work, etc. times were hard.  Steven’s disabilities were degenerative and so I understood that times would get worse as he slowly passed away.

One may ask how would thinking of such things from so long ago be helpful to me now? Well- I have reached a point of acceptance with his dying over 10 years ago which lets me think of him with appreciation for the time we had rather than grieving all that was lost. Now I am able to think of his voice or picture him waving his arms in the wheel chair and just smile as though I were in the moment again.