Just now, I crave for the freedom to take the kids to the park, to go out for the day - just us. No mission mum. No convincing her to come, no pushing her wheelchair instead of skipping with our girls. Being free to focus on them and not concern myself with making sure mum is ok. Being free to go out with friends and not have that niggle of how mum is at home.
Freedom is at my fingertips though, it might to be the free flowing freedom I imagine but does anyone have that? We all have responsibilities of sorts, so I have what you have and that is time organised freedom. I have to plan what I'm going to do and when.
And ask for help.
And accept it.
Do I really want to be free? Free for the responsibility that love and commitment bring?
I'll choose what I've got. And work on being better organised....anyone brave enough to want to help with that biggy? 😉
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