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rust

Rust for Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge

Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 11: Rust

This is an old wheel from our family farm in Illinois. This farm started with my great-grandfather, was handed down to my grandfather, now belongs to my father and his siblings, and someday will be divided among the our five siblings. It is where I go to rejuvenate. It is where I take my daughter a couple times a year to enjoy the open air, hummingbirds, deer, cats, long walks, river, crops, and general good life. The history of this place is astounding. I am proud to call this my second home.

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2016

You Just Don’t Get It

You just don’t get it. But I’ll explain it one last time.

This mommy thing is hard as hell. It doesn’t matter if I’m a stay at home mom, a work from home mom, or a work outside the home mom. Notice the common thread. I am always MOM. Mom is it. The go to. Where the buck stops. The end all be all. The final answer. The rock.

Would I have it any other way? Absolutely not. Do I regret this choice? Hell no! Do I wish someone else would take my place? Not in a million years.

Let me tell you what I do want. It’s very simple. It can be expressed in one word. You’ve all heard it, from the time you were a little kid. It’s what we all want from the people we love. There’s even a song about it.

RESPECT

That’s all I want. I don’t want to trade jobs with you. I don’t want to complain. I don’t think you have it any easier than me. I don’t want my job to be any different. I don’t want to make comparisons. I just want the respect that I deserve for doing what I do and being who I am. I am mom.

When I need help, don’t make me beg. If I need to leave, don’t make me explain. If I need some time, just give it to me. If I can do something for myself, don’t turn it into an act of congress. When I’m at the end of my rope, pull me up.

Every once in a while, just stop and try on my shoes. They won’t fit. It doesn’t matter. They’re not supposed to. But they fit me perfectly. Respect that.

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Community

 

community

This morning, my three year old daughter said, “We are a community and we communicate.” After being blown away by her intelligence and introspection, I realized how right she was.

We are a community of moms, dads, kids, grandparents, friends, co-workers, supporters, leaders, professionals, drinking buddies, and party throwers!

We most certainly communicate quite a lot about everything from toddler tantrums to school supplies to the best place to get sushi. And more than anything, we’ve got each others’ backs.

That was very clear yesterday when I asked for prayers on our community Facebook page and received close to 50 responses right away. Some were from people I don’t even know. And many asked me how I was doing today. The prayers worked.

There’s nothing like having a large group of people in your corner. You may not know all of them well, but if you need them, there is no question. The circle will close around you.

When the circles closes around me, I know I am home.