Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on rise.
We get to start over.
we get another try.
We get to start all over again.
As soon as we open our eyes,
stretch and plant our feet,
it's all new and the only thing that matters about yesterday are the lessons.
Today is new,
today is just starting.
And so, for the woman that knows how to hold grudges,
for the woman that remembers every detail and then brings them back up time and time again,
rise and start over.
Rise and use yesterday as a lesson, not a map to find today.
You may have yelled,
we may have fought,
you may have failed,
they may have pushed every button,
it may have been wonderful,
you may have felt like it was the greatest part of parenting,
but today, we start again, no matter what.
Plant your feet,
splash water on your face.
Greet them with your warm, safe arms.
Let go and rise.