So, during my precious time alone today (also known as naptime), I spent a few minutes on pinterest (cause who doesn't love to put off the 5,000+ things they should be doing?) only to find that a friend had posted a link to this book. That lead me to this blog. Be sure you have a few minutes and some tissues around. Woah. Kudos to Matt for raising his little Madeline on his own. But then again, what if you had no choice? What a horrible scenario. I'm beginning to think it's time to buy a Kindle so I can read the bazillion books on my reading list (including this one).
Although I love a good cry (those of you who know me know that I HATE to cry in front of people), I always read blogs like this and feel guilty. I feel guilty that I have it better than others. I feel guilty that I get caught up in the materialistic views. I feel guilty that I don't love my kids enough. I feel guilty that I spend more time at work than at home. I feel guilty that I don't enjoy life enough. Every day, I feel like I should live here, instead of here. There's nothing bad about the big, lavish lifestyle, but I feel like I get caught in the hustle and bustle of it all.
So- again- I'm stuck- where do we go from here? How can I practice being grateful, not worrying about money as much, not worrying about THINGS as much? How can I appreciate my kids more? That. May. Take. Time. I wish I were more patient!