It's Doable

©2016 Rebecca Thornton
My wife and I spent the morning with our youngest daughter and the grandbaby. It is our daughter's birthday and she mentioned how it is her birthday, yet we were only paying attention to the baby. I replied to her that I hadn't a birthday cake since her oldest sister was born. And that when they were little, I believe my parents had even forgotten my name. So enjoy parenthood, cause it’s got nothing to do with you.

 There's nothing like the good natured (?) ribbing you can receive from your family. If no one else has ever seen you at your worst, your friends and family surely have. So while my messing with our daughter was tainted with a touch of humor. Many of us get insulted and abused verbally from no fault of our own.

 While with age comes some wisdom, the shadows of the past can still haunt our days. It is up to us to look deeply within ourselves and learn to love the person inside us. Each day I have to remind myself that I am worth the love and kindness I receive. Loving the flawed individual we see in the mirror every day isn't easy. But it's doable and it's healthy. Because if we can't learn to love ourselves, how can we truly learn to love anyone else?

 Life is all about give and take, and the best we can do is give as much as we received. But life often times isn’t fair and you may never get back what you have given. The point here is to love yourself no matter the crap you’ve been given. And then pass that love along to others that depend on you. 

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