Monday, April 13, 2015

Delete

I've tried to write a post a hundred times. (That's an exaggeration. Maybe ten).

I get a few words down. Then delete.

Write some more. Delete.

Write several paragraphs. Delete.

I think I know what I want to say and then I get typing and it all comes out wrong. It sounds like a burden. Like unhappiness. Like wallowing. And I don't want it to sound that way.

So I try again.

Delete.

Write some more. Delete some more.

Parenting is hard. Parenting special needs sometimes makes it harder. Today for no good reason and a million good reasons all at the same time, that feels very true.

And apparently that's all I needed to say. And not because I want you to feel sorry for me but because this is my life. And sometimes, whether I seem strong or whatever other nice way you might describe me, it all gets a bit heavy.

Good thing tomorrow is a new day, eh? And good thing between now and tomorrow there's wine and chocolate.


2 comments:

  1. Doesn't matter how strong you are; some days, life gets heavy and just putting it out there makes things a little lighter.
    Funny - I deleted 5 comments before I decided to stick with that one.
    Thanks for keeping it honest, Tracey. Enjoy your fermented grape juice!

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