I believe this with every fiber of my being. I watched my Mama do her very best and she watched hers.
It looked hard.
It’s how we see it. There’s options.
Choose wisely. Victim or victor?
Last week, my daughter witnessed my breaking point. I plopped down on the edge of my bed and had a good cry. My daughter wrapped her arm around me and lifted me up with these words. She said, “Next week is a new week. Make it what you want.”
She called and made an appointment yesterday to have her eyes checked. What an adult thing to do.
Earlier this week she made a GoFundMe page. That was a gutsy move. She must have heard me say, “No guts, no glory.” I’m in awe watching her set her sails.
We raise them to the best of our ability, and then watch them as they go.
I’m not going to try and catch you up on what all has happened. I will let her do that in her own words. She has changed/grown so much this year.
I feel like today, we hit a milestone. The beginning of the ‘Mission accomplished’ phase of the journey.
The day I left her father, she saw me truly follow my heart, and she’s been watching me do so ever since. It didn’t surprise me one bit when she said, “I want to spend Christmas in England this year.” It will be the first Christmas we didn’t celebrate together.
My daughter writes. Photography is her love, but her words add life to each photo. Here is the link to her Blog. Thank you for sitting here with me today as the grand list begins of so many firsts.