The Choice Is Yours

You either get bitter or you get better. It’s that simple. You either, take what has been dealt to you and allow it to make you a better person or you allow it to tear you down. The choice does not belong to fate. It belongs to YOU. Josh Shipp, Youth motivational speaker, author

Yesterday I helped put together a taco bar lunch for about 20 women. The lunch was a big hit but one of the best parts was all the talking and laughter that took place while we chowed down our tacos. A friend at my table, who recently lost her husband, showed me her phone with the above quote on it. She said, “This quote is posted on my refrigerator!” I sent it to myself in order to share it with you, my Blogger Buddies.

With Mother’s Day on the horizon, this quote seems especially valuable. Two of the motherless daughters I interviewed replied the same way to the question, “what advice would you give others?” They both said, “You have to learn to play the hand your dealt.” Exactly!

Affirmation: I chose to get better. (I will make tacos this week)

Coaching question: What will help you move towards getting better…not bitter?

PS…I apologize for photos not showing up in my blog lately. They were perfect until published then poof! I’m on a mission to find out what happened.

Mom and Me

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face. George Eliot, pen name for Mary Anne Evans, English novelist, poet, leading writer of the Victorian era.

Sadness usually comes upon motherless daughters as Mother’s Day approaches. The day has always been a little sad for me too…even after all these years. These days, I’m doubly sad because I don’t get to spend time with my children or grandchildren on Mother’s Day.

However, one thing I’ve learned is that when I focus on what my mother meant to my life in the short time she was with me and how fortunate I was to have a wonderful father, my heart becomes lighter. When it’s less about what I lost and more about what I gained…yes, gained…by losing a mother at an early age my heart is lighter.

When I was growing up, our church had a Mother/Daughter Banquet. An elderly lady, Mrs. Pierce, always invited me to attend with her. What a loving thing to do. This week, I will remember her too.

The photo is my mom and me taken on vacation a few years before she died, circa 1950.

Affirmation: I am because we were.

Coaching question: What will help you feel less sad this week? How can you help a motherless daughter have a better day?

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