Flying lesson 4

A nothing week.
Well I would like to say that this week I learned a whole lot of really super enlightening things that made me fly.  In fact, I wiped noses, gave extra breathing treatements, went to the doctor, forced in eye drops, held crying children and gave up more sleep.
I sometimes wonder why my children are sick so often and think about how it's not fair.  I have many friends whose children have NEVER been on antibiotic, never had stitches, never been admitted to the hospital.  I don't live in this world.  I have a baby who will most likely be sick every other week for most of his life.  I have 3 children who are asmatic.  I lost count of how many stitches we've had and how many times we've been admitted to the hospital.  Two children (combined) have had 7 surgeries and 11 surgical procedures done.  All of this in 10 years.  I'm tired.  Where was I when strong health was getting handed out?  Ok.  Enough of the pity party.  I just worry and get tired.

I was inspired by what one of my sisters in law wrote on her blog about visiting a war re-enactment.  She said,
 "I wondered yesterday as we listened to musket and cannon fire if I give up too quickly. Do I sometimes think losing a battle means the war is lost? I think I could use some additional  tenacity, innovation and bravery meeting the challenges in my life. "
you can see the entire post here

Amen. 

Let's chalk this week up to a lost battle, but a war that is not over yet.  

Back to sailing and searching... 

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