It’s been a stressful week and since it’s summer and my kids are home I have had no time to process things or to take a few quiet minutes and find peace. I can’t even think anymore because there is always a kid yelling “Mom!!” every second of every day. I don’t think I’ve gone to the bathroom without being harassed since school got out on June 6. I’d really like to go to the bathroom without children shouting at me through the door or children trying to kill each other. Even now I’m being peppered with questions and my stress level is heading through the roof as I can’t even write one paragraph without interruption.
What does this word vomit have to do with courage? I don’t really know, I started this post with one idea in my head and it morphed into another as my seven year old was whining about not being able to watch tv. Still, I think that courage can be found in these moments. Courage is not always big or obvious, courage is waking up every day and continuing on even when your body won’t cooperate. Courage is listening to your kids whine when every muscle in your body is screaming. Courage is finding ways to live even though your life isn’t what you thought it would be. I choose courage even though it’s not always ideal or pretty. I choose courage because I refuse to let my body defeat my mind.