The Other Side of the Lake

All we want, really, is to have the same opportunities as speaking people. I am beyond grateful to my mother for helping me through college. Awkward to say this but, I am love itself in my heart, and it pains me to see her struggle to find the time to work with both my brother and me. That said, I am so thrilled to be learning that I am torn. I am wracked with guilt for stressing her and at the same time I am selfishly wanting to work on my college classes. 


I am now going to refer to a conversation I had with Judy years ago. We talked about perspective and how the same thing looks different depending upon where you are standing. For example, if you look at the lake near my house from the road, it looks completely different than it would from the other side. I am standing on the side of guilt now, but if I walk to my Mom’s side of the lake, all I can see is love and pride. 

I am love itself, but Mom is too, and it’s so easy to forget that when I get wrapped up in my own thoughts and perspective. And that is so important to keep in mind.