The questions spiral most days. They can transpire into good or bad but, most days I spin my wheels trying to decide. I have always been a creature of solution seeking. Trying to figure out the best way to solve the troublesome issue that either repeats itself or is simply a one-time occurrence.
When my hair is flat I use hairspray and tease it like I am a sexy lifeguard off Baywatch in the 80’s. If the batteries run out of juice I simply grab another toy and use those batteries. Simple problem solving yet, people fret about these things instead of just fix the issue without bitching. We all know in this day in age tho you can not have a day without a complaint of some sort. Why do you ask? I have no damn clue. Let alone I really don’t get why you wouldn’t want to just have a day without something shading your sunshine. Right?! Nope. But, you’d think so!
I wonder day in and day out tho when I make choices if I am making the right ones. Or if there really is a right one.
Raising another human is seriously a lot of responsibility and pressure. Not always in a heavy way but, let us be real. We are shaping the life of a person that will eventually have a voice in this world. I don’t want to raise a dick. Right? Ha! ( Light hearted joke)
I mean when Gracie is sick or gets a rash is it just something we let work itself out and it will go away? Or do we call the doctor and do what every single mom does in this day in age. Worry that what Google is telling them might be that their child will die over some red splotches. You get what I am saying yeah?
Truly every single day I am fretting over whether or not I am making the right choice. But, besides the basics of right and wrong in the world. Who is the hell made the “Right” list? Like, as in how things are supposed to be done. Why do I and possibly you feel like we have to doubt if we are making the right choice to stay home or go back to work? Perhaps it is as simple as putting your kid in speech therapy at two or at three. Do we disservice them by doing it our way or listening to the doctors? Is it really going to matter if they eat that handful of dirt? Will the finger in the socket really kill them or teach them a lesson to stop pulling the protectors off? (I’m kidding) Can you feed them a piece of popcorn at two or are they really going to choke and die?
I mean you guys, the list goes on and on with what choices we make day in and day out. Are we overprotecting or are we simply encouraging to make smart choices and be aware of things? Should I be so worried about teaching my daughter all the bad that is happening to women in our day today? Can I just not tell her the bad and horrible things to protect her mindset or am I honest so that she is informed?
In reality, we are all fighting to make the choices we think are going to be the best ones for our kids. Heck even making choices for ourselves every single day can be stressful. Depending on your job or just the position your in with life currently. Choices have so much impact on the conclusion for ourselves and others. I find that being aware that choices are powerful really help me at least alleviate that scared feeling of making the wrong choice.
In the end my friends, we are not in control of the end result. In my paradigm, God has reins on that one. No matter the shift in direction by choice. If something is meant to happen or be, God will bring you back too it. Even if the battle isn’t always pretty, in fact, it could be a bloody mess.
Is the fight worth it to you?