for all my girls...
Mom…will it ever be okay?
Yes…it will, some day.
I don’t know if I can wait that long.
You can, honey. It just seems like you can’t, but look how far you’ve come.
You always know the right things to say to help me see the big picture.
Well, that’s because someone did the same for me when I was your age.
So it’s not as bad as I think it is?
Oh, honey? It’s just as bad as you think it is, but it can only be as bad as you let it be.
I don’t understand.
It’s not what we go through that defines the struggle, honey, but how we respond in the struggle.
You mean like when that man said those horrible things?
Yes, dear. You didn’t become discouraged because you already know who you are. So even though it hurt to hear, the words didn’t really hurt you because you didn’t allow them to.
And when you got sick? How does that work, Mom?
I can’t allow things to change what I believe, honey. What I do instead is allow things to be changed by what I believe.
So when you got sick it wasn’t bad?
Oh, gosh no, sweetie. It’s bad all the time. But it’s all good because I’m blessed. I remember all the good things I have in life, and it helps.
But Mom? I can’t be strong like that.
Sweetie? You were born to be strong. You face disappointment every day and yet you’re right here giving me hope and strength.
I guess I had a good role model.
We all do, honey, we all do.
If you liked this post, you can leave a comment and/or a kudo!
Click the Good Story! button above to leave the author a kudo:
And please, remember to comment, too! Thanks.