It's easier to sing than say

As you know by now music is a big part of my life, has been since early on.
Eva Cassiddy is a great musician and I love all her songs. It's sad that her fame and music only came after she died early from cancer. Her voice is so clear. And sometimes, or alot of the time, her and many other musicians can sing what I wish I could say. I think that's why I like to be creative. I used to spend many hours at the piano but since my arm surgery, I don't have the confidence to play except sometimes on a day alone. Those days are fewer but listening to music of all kinds, along with stitching have been two of the best ways I cope with losses, dissapointments, and hurts.

The tears flowed today while driving down the road, flowed again while sitting in a chair to get my hair trimmed. That was a new one for me.
But, I have to count my blessings because if I didn't know the deepest holes of pain, I couldn't be so thankful for the light that does shine. I couldn't be as compassionate or have empathy for others and that is definitely a job requirement in my career.

Even though it's painful, I've learned that welcoming in the opportunity to learn something from each situation can only be found by going through the difficult times.

Mothers' Day has always been hard for me. My first Mothers Day I didn't have my son and it was hard to answer many questions thereafter on "how many children do you have?" and do you celebrate it or not? Then, I had many good mother's days when my kids were growing up.
But in the past year my kids have decided to try every avenue possible to hurt me and it hurts to be treated that way after spending all my life caring for them but it really displays to me that they haven't yet learned about integrity and to be frank with one, the word honesty.

But, I'm not alone out there. There are many who either have children that intentionally try to hurt them, or are reminded by their own parents that they need to have children when they have decided not to, or don't even have mothers, or know their mother.

Tomorrow I will write more on my experience this year as a mother but right now I hope you enjoy Eva's song.

Please remember to go to the bottom of the blog and turn the volume icon on Playlist all the way down before opening the video to listen.

Have a great night's rest and here's hoping that all mothers of little children are greeted with breakfast in bed tomorrow. You deserve it.
Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs in the world.

Nite,
jennifer