Here is one thing I know about being a mommy:
When one of your children is struggling, going through a rough patch or hurting, it's a horrible understatement to say that it makes your heart hurt. It's true but words can't capture how deep the emotion runs or how every cell in the mommy-body aches for them. Feeling their pain is excruiating.
In the last month, I've had two totally separate "rough patches", both with different kids. Maybe that's part of the reason for the long blogging hiatus. And for the self imposed grounding from social networking. I don't want to advertise their hurt. I don't want to broadcast our aches. I don't want sympathy. Or advice.
Thankfully, I hope, we're on an upswing (times two) and I'm feeling the flood of relief begin to cleanse my tired soul. Point being . . . we're beginning to exhale. Slowly. And we're moving into the healing mode. Which means: Why did this happen? What were we supposed to learn? How can this whole experience make us better? What are we going to do next time? Can we prevent or do we just need to cope better? Who are your friends, REALLY? What does that mean? How will you know? Also . . . What IS your dream? Is it really? Or is it what you think people want you to do? What do you do with physical pain? And how do you deal with the mind-block that comes with it? What's the tradeoff? What's your dream worth?