More than once I’ve heard the word dependable being associated to me: Thank you very much! I really appreciate the compliment. But how I really wish I could spend a day without a care in the world and that there is somebody else carrying the weight on my shoulders…And that, would really be the day I would say the crow turned white (or the day I entered heaven’s gate?)!
Every time I find myself overcoming a huge obstacle in life, be it financial, emotional or even physical in aspect: I’m just afraid that this tremendous power of doing things (technically) by myself goes into my head and turn me into some extreme-feminist crap who believes that (aside from the great sex) I won’t need a (big) man in my life.
Up to this time I am not (yet) able to convince God that I need a partner in order to accomplish all these important tasks He has bestowed upon me. For some reason, He is adamant to the thought that I am just doing fine at the moment, amidst the difficulties. It gives me hope, courage and strength to believe that God has good plans for me and Raine, that He is preparing that special person who will first and foremost be a daddy and second a hubby.
When I’ve survived another stressful day, when I’m complacent and feel like patting the back of my own shoulders for a job well done: I am most convinced that I don’t really care if I’m the non-conformist. What the heck if others cannot just put me in a box? BUT when Raine starts calling the neighbor “daddy” (or anybody else’s daddy for that matter!): it’s like a wake-up call that there’s just no beating the natural order of the universe. Parenthood is truly a job for two persons!