I was all set to take another pass at last week’s post’s topic, hopefully a little more eloquently and with a clearer point, but I just got a little sidetracked (again).
There are two women in my circles, albeit the far-off, mostly just on Facebook circles, who are facing cancer. One is my age with a little girl. The other is a bit older, with a successful small business and a teenage son that needs extra attention. One’s outlook is positive. The other, not so much.
Unfortunately, this is not breaking news. Your feed probably holds the same news from similar outlying friends. What does surprise me is how funny and dare I say it, happy??, these women are choosing to be even when faced with some serious, serious crap. Granted, these are just status updates and not the thoughts that are keeping them up in the middle of the night, but I have laughed out loud more often than I’ve found tears in my eyes when I check in on them.
Why am I bringing this up now, in association with how I want to parent Eggroll? Because they are doing it there way. I am doing this my way. You should do it your way. [Read more...]