You know why I loved this post? Because it showed that I have absolutely no reason whatsoever to complain about my life right now, right here in this moment.
Here is an amazing woman raising 5 children with disabilities; I have 1 son who is healthy physically and most days mentally (except for those days when teenage hormonal opinions and behaviour are displayed). We have no major medical bills and any medical situations are usually the exception rather than the norm. Although I might be living pay check to pay check, I have some funds tucked away for a rainy day and should soon be making the last payment on my mortgage.
How dare I be ungrateful? How dare I complain? How dare I not celebrate this wonderful woman who is pressing on when others would have pressed out? If she can tell us that: “Suddenly I felt a little bit better about not have any money, because Steven taught me today that money does not makes life purposeful, but it is love, which is free. Life is good!” then I will proclaim from my little corner of the world: “Yes, life is indeed good!”
What about yours?
My heart has been very heavy lately, which is a feeling that I am very unused to. The fact is, as my children age, some into young adulthood, their problems are more real life problems, not just a tantrum in the grocery store. 2 of my younger children, with as many good traits and skills that they do have, do not having the capacity to be fully self-sufficient as adults, including incapacity to maintain a paying job. Yes, SSI is a possibility when they are adults, but even that provides only poverty level income. They are my family and my financial responsibility, which necessitates looking at the ability of our extremely diminishing finances to care for them during their lifetimes.
Although hubby and I both work, often 6 days a week, and are considered solidly middle class, our bank account does not reflect this. Every time Marie has a PTSD…
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