Can you believe there was an hour I finally found myself. Have you ever had a hour where you found yourself?
Not the polished version. Not the “together” version. Not the mom who has every paper signed and every key in the right place. Because trust me even when Charlie was in school that wasn’t me and I knew it back when Suzzane was little.
Just… me.
The me who tries. The me who loves deeply. The me who gets overwhelmed and keeps going anyway. The me God sees even when I feel invisible. And maybe that’s the whole point of today:
You don’t lose yourself in the missing hour. You find yourself in the hours that follow.
Isn’t that true?
Thank you,
Glenda, Charlie and David Cates
