As I write and yearn for my bed (I'm currently in between beds, literally on and off all night long...believe it or not, the musical beds has helped with getting longer blocks of sleep...whatever works right?), I wanted to post something and reached into my day for some inspiration. All in all, it was a day being a mama of a toddler (2.5 to be precise) and an on the go infant. I am tired. But I did get to read during nap time...and this quote brings me back to the center of it all.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly..."
I got this, lady. And anyone else who might observe and judge from their safe seats ringside. "did you see that wicked woman? waltzing across the street dragging her poor little doggie...I never" If you want to get down and dirty with me inside the arena, or commiserate about your mama/papa experiences...fine. in the end though I know that it is me that has to answer the tough questions at the end of the day...from me. And that I can answer wholeheartedly is all that matters. I doesn't mean that I get it right every time, every day...I just am daring to live and learn together with my kids...and get everyone to the beach safely. Just focus on living your life and driving safely. Please. In turn, I promise to be too busy and comfortable in my own arena to judge you in yours (and your huge luxury SUV). Hee hee, at least that's the goal.