Days are long, years are short.
That’s what they say.
Here we are 2017. My first baby girl is nearing her ninth birthday.
I find it hard to believe that I have been a parent for nearly a decade.
As I live and learn, I learn that my expectations change, as do my plans.
People change. We evolve. We live, we learn.
Some of us handle it much better than others.
Days are long. Some mornings it takes every ounce of strength in my body to get up.
Emotions can become strong. Anxiety kicks in. A cloud of depression hits, but I still have to look after these tiny, learning little humans that I am in charge of.
On a particularly rough week, sometimes I look at them and find tears welling up under my eyelids, because I just want to be happy and enjoy our times together – teaching them to become great little humans and to make the world better when it’s their time to be adults.
It’s really hard to be happy under extreme amounts of stress.
A lot of times, the stress that somebody is going through isn’t seen from the outside. Humans have a way of putting up a “shell” and hiding their true feelings.
My biggest source of stress comes from somebody close to me.
Living with someone with an addiction problem is hard.
But, as we go on, you will find that good things happen every day. When you look for them, you will see them.
Days are long. Some days it seems easier to throw in the towel.
But it’s not. Enjoy parenting. Enjoy the smiles. Enjoy the hugs. Enjoy the little sibling spats, because someday, those kids will be grown and have moved out of your home, and I don’t know from experience yet, but I’m pretty sure I will soon miss it.
Days are long. But the years are short. They grow up too fast.
And if you find yourself turning away, you’ll miss all the wonderful little pieces of life that is right under your nose.