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On the Hard Days

As I ran out the door to take a hot lunch to my seven year olds classroom today, I found myself thinking, "A better Mom would have brought a vegetable."

Despite having baked four stromboli loaves from scratch, despite having been up since 4:30 a.m., despite having kept four children alive for another day, I somehow thought (however briefly) in that moment, that I wasn't good enough.

Of course half way to town I shook myself out of it. I reminded myself that it wouldn't have mattered if I brought the perfect vegetable pairing or take-out pizza or casserole from a box. The only thing that mattered was that I was going to show up.

I was going to bring a meal to a great group of kids, who could not care less what they were being fed. They were just happy to get food; kids are easy like that.

I am sharing two posts that I wrote awhile back, because I needed the pep talk today. And maybe I am not alone, maybe you need it too.

No matter who you are, no matter your battle, if you got up this morning and faced another day, then you are showing up for life, and that is a strong, and incredible thing to do.

Your failures are in your head.

How do I know? Because you got up and tried today.

Sometimes its all you can do to get out of bed and take that first step, but there is power in simply refusing to stay down.

You are not perfect. You do not have it all figured out.

But you are here, and you are trying and that is good enough.

Pass it along to someone that needs it.

With all my love...

A Little Encouragement

Truth 



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