This!

Today’s blog is brought to you courtesy of something I’ve just seen on Facebook and my reaction to it.

This!

"Oh you're so strong, I don't know how you do it ..."

I have no f***ing choice. 

I had no choice when Phil had cancer and was dying. 

I had no choice when the boys were little, or now. 

If not me who? 

I can't walk away. 

I can't even take a break without first organising someone to mind them.

There is almost no spontaneity

Everything has to be scheduled or planned.

I get up before them and can’t sleep until they’re in bed. 

I walk a tightrope between keeping them safe

And encouraging their independence,

Constantly stretched between the need to care 

And the knowledge I won’t always be here for them. 

You develop muscle strength through using them 

You develop other strengths by use too. 

My strength isn't a virtue, it's a necessity, 

And sometimes I get very very tired.