Focus is something that doesn't just happen. Focus generally needs a facilitator. Something concrete to concentrate on, not just an abstract. The entire time I've been discovering that "happy" isn't a destination, I've been searching for my focus. In the meantime, my journey was sucking; and sucking hard. Before too long, I found myself getting too caught up in the search for a focus. I was completely losing sight of what I was doing on my journey.
I was busy making sure my boys would be able to look back on their life journeys and remember that I had been there. At every game, every special event, every random moment miraculously caught and preserved.
I was busy helping with English papers, and planning birthday parties.
I was busy going back and forth between letting them make their own mistakes, and guiding my children through important life decisions, where and whenever they felt comfortable enough to open up and talk.
And that's when it hit me. That's when I realized I had found my focus; my trick for making sure my journey rocks. This whole motherhood thing, these two amazing boys that God felt could teach me something while I was here; they were my focus.
They ARE my focus. And knowing that, remembering that, makes my journey of happiness totally rock.
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