One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men....
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in..
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
I had just shared with my Mom the struggles I am having lately. I actually broke down in tears because I feel broken, weak, vulnerable to my feelings that I seem to have always shoved aside. I know life is not supposed to be easy and by no means is it fair. Yet, I seem to cruise with the motions. Before I had a family of my own or even back when it was just me and Russ, I had the time to listen and react/relate with others and their problems. I have discovered I have no boundaries when it comes to friendship/family and that is my new found flaw. I have to step back, I have to put up big walls until I can learn to say enough and know what "enough" actually means. How to express that to someone without hurting them in the process. How to be a friend, not a go to girl/therapist. I sometimes wonder if I look like a woman who appears to be able to hold a lot of weight on my shoulders? I wonder if people think I'm relatively always happy and carefree? Cause I am not!! I too have a lot of background to sift through. I too have been opened to a new sense of being.
My mom gave me a book Saturday called The Language Of Letting Go, by Melody Beattie. Who also writes Co-Dependent No More. I suggest these books to everyone. At least look them up online, read a few pages. I bet most of you can relate. I am not to far into so here is what I sort of already knew and did Melody write it much better.
I am A Caretaker:
The act of taking responsibility for other people while neglecting the responsibility for ourselves. When we instinctively feel responsible for the feelings, thoughts, choices, problems, comfort, and destiny of others, we are caretakers. We may believe at a unconscious level, that others are responsible for our happiness, just as we are responsible for theirs.
So I am learning and reading. I need to breathe......it's gonna take a while!
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