See the Beauty in the Small Things

12 Mar

The other day our real estate agent gave Tom and me the best complement. She said we both have such positive attitudes about things. While that is certainly not always the case, it felt great to have someone acknowledge the fact that we really do try to make the best out of every situation. We always, always, always try to laugh when all we really want to do is cry.

2015 has certainly tested our ability to stay optimistic. 2014 was a pretty uneventful year for us, but 2015 rolled around and smacked us right in the face. A week into the year we had fired our first real estate agent (in dramatic form, too). We got a new (amazing!) agent and thought we were set. Well, we put eight offers in on homes and finally our offer on one was accepted. All was well, right? Wrong.

Two weeks before closing our lender completely dropped the ball and we lost the house. We felt terrible for wasting other people’s time and energy. Everyone else was worried about US. We were really fine. Just another memory to add to the entire experience. We could either be depressed for days, take our sadness out on one another and cry, or we could try to find the silver lining. We decided to laugh. Probably an abnormal amount. Looking back, the experience really was pretty funny.

The kids are thrilled to be staying where we are. We will start looking again in 2016 in hopes that it is more of a buyers market and we can get more house for less money. We will enjoy the comfort of the home we have already built our lives, family and business in for over four years. And… we will take a trip to my grandparents house because a hug from your grandma can easily erase anything bad that has happened.

When I think of all that has happened in the last ten years of my life I often wonder how I managed to become a productive member of society. My parents got divorced, my brother (only real friend at the time) left for the military, I got pregnant at 18, was nearly homeless with a 6 month old, got pregnant again at 20, struggled so much with being a step parent, started a business, moved literally 8 times in that span and tried to figure out who I was.

Friedrich Nietzsche said “He who has a why can endure any how.” What a brilliant man and such a true quote. My children are and always have been my “why.” When you become a parent what YOU want really isn’t your number one priority anymore. What your children NEED becomes that priority. So no, I am not a genius. I am not super mom. I do what I need to do for my children and I LOVE doing it. I love being a mom and seeing their smiling faces. I love providing for my children. I love being challenged to laugh instead of cry so they don’t have to see me falling apart.

When I reached the end of my rope I held on tight and got ready for one heck of a ride.

One Response to “See the Beauty in the Small Things”

  1. Grandma March 12, 2015 at 9:58 am #

    You are such a remarkable human! And, you make me feel so good! Look forward to your visit.

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