I can feel the hands of my kids on my hips pushing me too. Even when they are not there. Making me get out of bed. Pushing me think about the future. Sign them up for ball, swimming, and preschool. They are not there, and I feel them.
I feel my brother and sisters. My mom. Helping me move though my day. I don't hear them.
I feel them with me. My friends. All of you. I feel you all pushing me.
The times that I don't feel like I can do it anymore, I feel my husband lifting me up and walking a while for me. He is telling me he cannot do this alone. He has no idea how strong he is. He feels my pain. Even when he is not here, I feel him.
And sometimes I feel very alone.
We are never truly alone even though I often feel that way too! Your posts always hit home to me and say the things that I've often felt, but don't often say. I couldn't love you more, Sa!! You are amazing! Some days simply rising from bed is a feat that takes incredible strength and courage. Keep it up, dear friend, I am so proud of you...every day!!
ReplyDeleteI can relate so much to what you said here, Sarah. Especially when you talked about your dad. I have those same moments when I feel my mom's spirit so strongly with me.
ReplyDeleteI pray for you everyday and that in the midst of your struggles you will feel both of your father's hands upon you, lifting you up.
You have a lot of people pushing for you! You can do this! Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteEven after 15 years, I feel my grandma almost daily. It's comforting to know that we're being looked after, isn't it?!?
Please let me know if you need anything this week. I'm here! I still want to have lunch with you sometime too!