I have failed to write my true feelings and thoughts and secrets on this blog. You are probably shocked to hear it, because I am pretty transparent. I have been both praised and chastised for sharing what it is really like for this mama to raise a strong-willed preschooler who just recently finished potty-training at the ripe age of 50+ months. That sounded better than 4 and then some, but now it is looking worse. That is a big number. So, let’s just say 4 and them some. Oh, and I am mom to a girl who is both baffling her doctors and therapists, while also causing quizzical looks. She is doing both better and worse than she could be doing. She is both amazing us all with her milestones and confusing us by her lack of progress. Can’t explain it. And most people don’t understand it. And I have a baby who can’t tolerate anything I eat. Unless I eat carrots and drink water. And there is a slight possibility that water may be causing her to be sick. That’s a joke. Moms of kids with allergies need to make jokes sometimes, because it is a rough row to hoe. And I had better get approval from her gi tract before I plant any seeds in those rows. And I am usually honest about myself. Maybe too honest. Lately, I can’t be. There is stuff going on that can’t be shared. There are people who have hurt me to my core. Unspeakable. Except that I want to speak. I want the words to come out and be typed and be free for all to see them and hear them and soak them in. Yet I can’t say anything about it right now. It makes me feel like I am the liar when I need to keep things private. But then I remember that even Jesus went to the garden and had time where he shared things with his Father. He told him his private thoughts and not one of his disciples knew everything that was going on in his mind. It doesn’t make me a fraud or a fake to keep certain things hush hush until I am given the go-ahead to scream it from the rooftops. It doesn’t mean that I have done anything wrong, when I can’t share someone else’s wrongdoings. It just means that I am following orders for awhile. Even Jesus followed orders. Especially Jesus followed orders. And I would benefit from following his example and falling before God and crying out to Him.
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