To me Life is a Sport.
My Life, My Game. I’m the only one who decides if I’ll live my Best Life. It’s taken me a long time to grasp what that means as a mom. All sorts of new challenges are thrown in the way, but I am reminded by a story my father used to tell my brother and me when we were little.
A man came across a young boy who happy as could be was shoveling horse manure. There was a big pile of it and the boy would dig up shovel full after shovel full and toss it aside.
“What a stinky job”, the man thought to himself, “who would want to do that?” But the boy seemed to get happier with every load he tossed aside.
Finally the man couldn’t stand it any longer and he asked the boy, “what are you doing?”
The boy, with a smile from ear to ear answered, … “well, with all of this horse manure, there has got to be a pony underneath.”
I’m not saying motherhood is like shoveling horse manure – although, there are days…..
But my children have reminded me that everybody dies but not everybody lives.
It’s made me start to think.
Live and Learn. We all do. Get in the Game.