All these things and more haunt me. When you hurt, I hurt. To be able to take away all the hurts of my children, my family as a whole would be magical. At the same time I know that it's the hurts and struggles in life that bring us strength and character.
I do believe we are all on our own journey. I don't expect others to make mine easier for me. So, why do I feel the overwhelming need to "fix" someone else's life?
It's been hard to hold back a helping hand when I know it will not ultimately help. I was talking to my son the other day about times in his life when I did not offer help when he felt he needed it. He also relayed how, in the figuring it out for himself, he felt proud. To both my children. You will never know the hours spent in prayer for you. Crying in my room when I had to be hard.
Love doesn't cripple with unwarranted help. I breaks my heart the way so many parents these days just hand over the keys to the kingdom to their children without letting them feel the pride in themselves of earning them.
I fear for the future of our country being left to such a soft, unprepared generation, not given the strength through the struggles of life. We have no one but ourselves to blame.
It makes me think of the child witnessing a butterfly emerging from her cocoon. The child took scissors and snipped it to help the butterfly from the struggle to emerge. Tears rolled down the cheeks of this child as she witnessed the wet, shriveled wings of the butterfly as it lay there and died. You see it is the struggle that produced the strength for the tiny creature to raise up and fly.
As you reach out to help, stop a moment and fantasize the freedom from insecurity your child will gain, left to the struggle. It is the loving thing to do. Today I feel the love my family and others shed upon me. They feel the love from me for trusting their ability to learn and grow strong. It is true for us all if we do not give up.