The working mom is strong, the working mom is independent, the working mom is tired, and the working mom works and then goes home and works again. She doesn't get breaks and take vacations, she doesn't have certain luxuries or does she? The journey is bigger than the result. The journey is the importance of it all. How did we handle it? How did we handle ourselves? Not what did we accomplish but how did we accomplish it? Sacrifices have to be made to raise a family and that's the fact. Are we choosing our sacrifices wisely? What's important to the working mom? Is the stress of the working mom worth it? Are we making a difference if the kids are paying the price? How about stress, how about life? Where told to balance and have faith. You're a mom you can figure it out. Is that what we chuck it up to? What do we have to prove? And who are we proving it to? No man, not the man, not the employer, not the owner will ever amount to the legacy left behind by the working mom.
How about the caring mom, the nurturing mom, the mom that's looked at as the broke mom, or the lazy mom? Is the world set up for mom? Is the world set up only for a working mom that deals with the work, the stress, the house, the multitasking, and the management of multiple lives and well-being? What does it take, and for mom's sake who thinks about about mom when things start to shake? Every sport has a team with players. While moms have to face a world of haters. Any and everyone playing against her. We don't have a system set up to help her so how does she win? Does she lose it all and keep starting again? Is this world set up for moms a sin? If she fails then who prevails? Mom is the backbone, the friend, the lessons teacher, and the best preacher she has to practice what she preaches while she's learning and still teaches. All odds against her thank god, god was with her. If she loses herself who shows her back to the light? What if she spirals cause she just might then who tucks the kids in at night? Even while she spirals the kids are always in sight, an arm's length away wishing mom could just stay but she has to go she is a working mom. With every day racing the clock even her stomach was in a constant knot racing to her kids for pick and drop off did she have the time to be truly soft? When we lose time with our kids isn't all lost? But we have to feed them, they need a place to live even with all odds against her she wasn't going to give in she had to keep living looking within stopping then starting all over again. Telling the kids don't worry we're going to get it all over again. Sometimes we have to lose it all before we can really win because this world wasn't set up for mom and it's an absolute sin. Villages are built around mom with resources that make everyone strong and a sense of safety that kids can be raised around gracefully but this world is different and money makes it go around so there's no room and we have to let our kids down, things have changed and the villages collapsed because greed took over and now we have laps not just in our system but in our homes. Life is changing but moms should be home.
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The Forgotten Memories
There was a remarkable woman named Mildred, whose warm smile and kind heart touched the lives of everyone she met. Mildred was not only a loving grandmother, but also a pillar of strength for her family. Her gentle nature and wise words provided comfort during the most challenging times. As the years went by, Mildred began to show signs of forgetfulness and confusion. At first, her family dismissed it as a normal part of aging, but gradually, they came to realize that something more serious was at play. The diagnosis was heart-wrenching: dementia. It was a difficult journey for Mildred and her family. The once vibrant and vivacious woman began to lose touch with her sense of self, as her memories slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass. Simple tasks became monumental challenges, and her family watched helplessly as she struggled to hold on to her identity. Mildred’s grandchildren, who adored her beyond measure, were deeply pained to see the change in their beloved grandmother. No longer could they share stories together, laugh at her witty jokes, or seek solace in her loving embrace. It was as though a part of Mildred had vanished, leaving behind a hollow shell that mirrored only fragments of her former self. The loss was not just Mildred’s alone; it extended to her family as well. Tears were shed, and hearts ached for the woman they cherished so dearly. Each interaction with Mildred became bittersweet, as they grappled with the reality that the woman they once knew was slowly fading .Despite the relentless hardships that dementia brought, Mildred’s family rallied around her, determined to create moments of love and joy amidst the darkness of her illness. They cherished every fleeting moment of connection and found solace in their shared history, even when she no longer recognized their faces.As the seasons changed and time pressed forward, Mildred’s condition continued to deteriorate. Her family’s love remained a constant guiding light, providing support and compassion as they took on the role of caregivers. They cultivated an atmosphere of love and understanding, where Mildred always felt safe and cherished, even in her moments of confusion.Eventually, the day came when Mildred peacefully passed away. Her family’s hearts were heavy with grief, but also filled with gratitude for the beautiful memories they shared with her. They mourned the loss of Mildred’s physical presence, but knew that her enduring spirit would always be a part of their In the years that followed, Mildred’s family honored her memory by raising awareness about dementia and supporting organizations that provided care and research for the disease. They found solace in knowing that their beloved grandmother’s journey had not been in vain and that her courageous battle against dementia had ignited a spark of compassion and understanding within their hearts.The story of Mildred, the grandmother who was adored, serves as a poignant reminder of the devastating impact of dementia on families. It is a reminder to treasure each precious moment with our loved ones, as we never know what tomorrow may bring. Above all, it teaches us the power of love, resilience, and the enduring strength of the human spirit, even in the face of the most unforgiving of circumstances. I invite you to visit my website, aintheavengrand.com. There, you’ll find a sanctuary of articles, personal stories, and resources that will guide you towards a more harmonious and fulfilling life. The beautiful soul I write about is my grandmother who never had a greedy or jealousy bone in her body and she helped raise me and taught me the true meaning of love and that made my heart what it is today. And I totally believe that’s why She lived to be 94.
By CRiS CaMP- Aint Heaven Grand4 days ago in Families
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