Strong women …


Recently, I was scrolling through Facebook and came across a post that this sweet, sweet person wrote about how she was having a good old-fashioned pity party and about how she found gratitude for all the good in her life and moved on. This resonated with me as I have had days like these. Haven’t we all?

Days where we feel completely overwhelmed with … life.

Some of us are working, raising a family, dealing with an illness, fighting a disease, missing loved ones, and the list goes on, and we all just do the best we can. Some days are easier than others!

The person who posted that is a gal named Lauren, and she is a friend of my daughter. While I have never met her, I will never forget the kindness she showed me when I was first in the hospital. It was a rough hospital stay and I remember getting flowers from this kind soul to brighten my spirits – someone I had never even met! (I hate to say it but I feel terrible that I never sent her a proper thank you card for those flowers once I was home from the hospital – sorry, Lauren! The flowers meant a lot and did lift my spirits).

Lauren is the epitome of a strong woman. She is married (her husband has been in the Army for 11 years), has three children, ages 5, 3, and 1, and runs her own makeup business. (Awesome makeup – She always seems so positive, regardless of what is going on in her life. Lauren keeps it real my friends and I love that about her because life is not perfect.

Luckily, I am surrounded by strong women. My daughter is another example of a strong woman. She works full-time, is recently divorced and trying to navigate life post-divorce with a soon-to-be five-year-old, and is always doing random acts of kindness or nice things for others.

I admire my daughter for being brave enough to realize that life is short and knowing she needed to make hard decisions to have inner peace. She has no idea how strong she truly is, and I hope one day she can look back and realize just how courageous she has always been.

Two of my best friends have each found themselves raising their grandchildren when the parents of these children couldn’t manage to do so. It was difficult enough raising our own children when we were young and full of energy – can you imagine how it is now, years later, raising grandchildren? I should also mention that one of these amazing women is now a 5-year breast cancer survivor, they both work full-time and they never gave it a second thought to jump in and help!

These women are strong and inspiring. They move me and countless others and probably have no idea what an impact they are making.

Life can be complicated and messy at times and I have found that the strongest women show such grace in the face of adversity. Yes, pity parties do happen, but I say embrace them because we all need a good cry every now and again!

I have had all the feels lately because today, March 22nd, marks 4 years since breaking my leg. Four long years of ups and downs, triumphs and setbacks, and, at times, a pity party for 1. See the connection here and why Lauren’s post really struck a nerve?

It is incredible to me that 4 years and 22 surgeries have gone by so quickly. It’s funny because at the start of every year, I proudly announce, “THIS IS GOING TO BE THE YEAR THAT I CAN WALK ON MY OWN, DRIVE, GET BACK TO WORK, AND PUT THIS BEHIND ME.”¬†And each year keeps passing me by and I feel as though I am standing still at times.

 Progress is being made and while I know that is the most important thing to remember, this process has been long! As my granddaughter says, it is taking forever! At the moment, I continue to struggle with how to get the compression garment on and off by myself. A person with no hip restrictions and perfect knee flexion would have a tough time getting this compression garment on, so to say that I struggle is an understatement.

We will continue to brainstorm and try different ways to successfully master this task. In the meantime, I continue to work on my own and will be getting back to physical therapy soon. Since I have been away from PT, my leg and hip do feel a little stiffer, but I am confident that I will continue to make progress.

Some exciting news – I have been accepted to grad school, starting in June! Master of Science in Nonprofit Management and Philanthropy is my focus and I am beyond exited to start! My goal of starting a foundation or running a nonprofit is hopefully in my future!

So, on the rare occasions where the tears flow from frustration and the pity party starts, I always remember that I am grateful that we saved my leg and foot. Grateful that I wake up every day and have the opportunity to spend time with my family, and that I have the opportunity to use this time to go back to school.

As Lauren said, we find our gratitude and we keep going. And that my friends, is what we need to remember during our times of frustration. There is always something to be grateful for if we open our hearts to notice it.


Until next time, be well and go out and do a random act of kindness!