I am RESILIENT.
As I wrote this last of my three strengths last night I had been fighting back tears (not too successfully) for the better part of an hour. My two year old developed pink eye rapidly yesterday all while boycotting his nap. My four year old cried for 45 minutes last night over, well I’m not exactly sure what it was over, but it started with him not agreeing to sit down while eating his dinner. He showered crying. Got in his PJs crying. Brushed his teeth crying and then sociopathically stopped crying when I pulled out a book he had been wanting to read for the past couple weeks. Oh, and my husband is out of town.
The thing about being resilient is it doesn’t mean you are above failure. It doesn’t mean you don’t despair. It means that you hold onto hope and attempt to reach it despite frustration, changes in plans, sadness, and disappointment.
I am not above mistakes. I am not better than breakdowns. But I don’t stay down. I feel the emotions of the moment and then attempt to not let the moment define me. I have overcome. I will continue to overcome. I am resilient.
