Sometimes being empowered means transforming who you are. Whether it’s the way you think, what your wear, how you wear your hair or how you look. Whatever makes you feel the power you are born with. Women are a powerful asset in this world. Just think, without women, there would be no men!! We are the givers of life on earth. It takes a lot for us to feel that way sometimes. It is much easier for us to fall into a pit of despair when faced with challenges. Sometimes we just don’t want to do life. Why? Because it is FREAKING hard!!
Today was supposed to be my day off with my youngest daughter and husband. We were going to the Pumpkin Farm. Then my oldest daughter who has epilepsy amongst other disorders, had a cluster of seizures at school, hit her head and had to be taken to the hospital. That was where I was, while my youngest and my husband went to the Pumpkin Farm. I missed her picking out her first pumpkin. I have never missed something like that. Needless to say I was in my feelings about it. I was upset that my daughter is still dealing with seizures and we haven’t gotten it all work out plus I missed my baby choosing her first pumpkin. I went about my day. I took a shower when we finally got home, and there is where I cried. I just cried, where no one could see or hear. After that I was good to go. Went and taught fifth grade girls about the Bible and led worship for third through fifth grade. Sometime crying just feels good!
By the way, my husband knew how I would feel about missing the Pumpkin picking so he recorded the whole thing. I got to watch it all before I left for church. I saw her go to each pumpkin and touch it, try to pick them up. She picked a little white one, then picked one for her big sissy to paint purple for Epilepsy Awareness month coming up. She also picked a green gourd for some reason. It was nice to be able to watch it, not quite the same but it really helped me get passed my feelings.
I had to do some transforming today. From what I had planned to something new, different and unwanted but I did it. I feel stronger for it. Crying doesn’t make you weak, like I used to think, it makes you stronger, more empowered than ever.