Hanging by a Thread

Ever wonder why the best things in life are free?

Air, water, sunshine, moonlit nights, a hug, a smile, a kind word, a walk on the beach, a hike in the mountains, unconditional love from a child and pet.

Today was an especially hard day.  Just one of those days when you feel like your emotions are right there hanging by a worn down thread.  Then something comes along and rubs that weak part of your thread, and “Snap”!

My youngest daughter, who is definitely deep into her terrible two’s woke up on the wrong side of the crib this morning. The whining and crying escalated into full-blown all out temper tantrums at swim lessons then proceeded throughout the  morning until the finale if screaming and taking off her seatbelt on the way home.

Needless to say, by the time I got her home, my worn thread had now become snap, frazzle pop!

After putting her straight for her nap, I felt more than defeated.  I felt like a failure as a mom, questioning any possible illusions I have about leading the charge for Moms and their health.

Exhausted, all I could do was lay down.
Thought after negative thought tried to take hold of my mind, emotions and body.

It was hard to shake…ever been there? It is a terrible space to be in.

Thankfully I somehow managed to pull myself together enough to take a shower. Hydrotherapy has always been a great way for me to feel grounded, cleansed and renewed.

My little Sleeping Beauty woke up after a few hours…

She was smiling, books in hand, ready for me to pick her up and snuggle and read to her..

Rest…water and love…no therapist or tailor needed to repair my frayed threads today. The master seamstress of love mended the broken string…

Look for the things that are free to you today to mend those places hanging by a thread.

Happy Mending!


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3 Responses to Hanging by a Thread

  1. Jerri Tuck says:

    Awww….so glad she woke up in a better mood…You’re a great mom Dotty!!! Life gets hectic, but you’ll all live through this…Here I am…eight kids later (nine with Alan) and halfway sane! There’s hope! :-)

  2. Jill Zammit says:

    Hmmmmm. I think I’ll make Colin take a nap! He’s in his terrible 10’s:)

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