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My Hero

I want to share a message my friend sent me the other day. Out of the blue, my phone beeped and this is what I found:
You are my mom hero-you rock. Every time I am tired from work, cooking and chores.... I think, Becki does this on her own with 3 little ones. You are amazing.
Most days, I don't feel amazing. Most days I'm tired and overly critical of myself. Most days, I feel like I've failed my kids 100 different ways. Most days, I end up crying in bed or silently scolding myself for sitting down instead of finishing all the things that need to be done.
But some days, I think that I can do it. I know that I can do it. And I have a very small amount of pride that I am making it, against all odds. I couldn't do it without all the help and love and support from my family and friends, that is a guarantee.
When I read that message, all I could think was that I hope other mothers out there who are struggling know that their strength is inspiring others. Single mothers are amazing.
Today, I got into a discussion with a good friend of mine. Some people think that they are superior, or they want to be better than they are. And while our choices often lead our lives, so often we are just leaves in the wind and our lives are what they are because the universe deemed it be that way. We have control of so little, that it is not to our credit or discredit how successful or rich or intelligent we are. The only thing we control is how we treat others and how hard we fight back.
Keep fighting the good fight, ladies.
I'm gonna keep fighting.

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