Trial of Strength – Thankful Thursday

Life is so very fragile,
One moment of heat too hot
And the mind is gone.
One lost breath
And the lungs do not inflate.
One missed heartbeat
And the powerful muscle stills.
 
Sanity is so very precarious,
Too much time alone
And you lose who you are.
Too much time surrounded
And you forget how to think.
Too much time in pain
And you forget there was anything else.
 
Family is so very strong
And yet, should it shatter…
There will be nothing left,
Pieces scattered across your life
Never will they fit again.
Sometime you may move on
But those cracks will ever remain.
 

I am so very grateful for my family as well as for all the hardships in health that I have had throughout my life. It is my trials that have taught me strength and my family that have helped me to survive and learn that it is possible to live no matter what is happening around me.

Make sure to check out the original Thankful Thursday.

#LikeAGirl – It shouldn’t be an insult

Looking after eight plus more,
I know not who else could mind this store.
Keep in mind they face pain for all their lives,
Even teach others to live while doing nothing more than survive.
 

God trusts women so much that He lets them bear and care for His spirit children. – Elder Neal A. Maxwell

Alone against the world and fighting to keep her children.
 

A mother bear is said to be the fiercest of foes. Especially when you’re after her cub.

Give them a moment and they take up time!
I know you won’t believe me, but trust the bottom line.
Remember the women who made you exist.
Let that thought stay with and your mocking desist.
 

When did doing something ‘like a girl’ become an insult? Women are the strongest beings on earth, in my humble opinion. Physically anyway. Who else would be able to stand an internal organ ripping itself up at least once a month? Keep in mind that this exercise is so that a woman’s body is ready for the ‘fun’ that labor is. The fact that the human race has not only survived, but thrived proves just how physically strong women are.

Favorite Pet

There have been mentions of animals in the news. There have always been mentions of animals in the news and this is a trend that will likely continue. I honestly can’t think of a reason why there wouldn’t be. These animals, whether they be exotic or wild or domestic seem to speak to us in a way that means we can’t ignore them and their own feelings and thoughts even though we don’t understand their own language.

I was going through my bookmarks on my laptop (I have way too many) when I realized that I had a lot about animals. I won’t mention them all in here, but it didn’t surprise me at all just how much animals are talked about online. I know that I love reading about them and talking about them and looking at pictures about them…

Anything to do with animals really makes me smile or cry.

(And as I sit and write this my cat Usako is staring out the back door, with occasional glances in my direction, just waiting for her mother Cotton to want back in.)

It has been mentioned that I should write about my favorite family pet in my life. I can’t pick one, unfortunately, because each animal member of my family, past and present, have been my favorite for this or that. Their personalities are very different, just like the human family members that I have.

My favorite mothering pet was Ginger, a husky-golden retriever mix who was absolutely convinced that my younger siblings and I and some of our friends were her puppies. She would try to get us to eat this or that and drink and would shoo us into her doghouse when it was nap time before curling up around us to make sure we were warm enough.

My favorite teddy bear pet was Taffy, an orange tabby that followed me everywhere when I was a toddler. He let me cuddle him however I wanted. Unfortunately this meant that sometimes when I’d wonder off after a nap I would tug him along with by his tail or a paw. Mom says he was totally fine with it and thought I was awesome.

My favorite guard dog/exercise trainer was Rascal, a black mutt who my brother brought home from the street after he’d escaped previous owners who were not good to him. (No one ever came to claim him, so he was ours.) He was super protective of our family (especially Mom) without actually attacking people. (With the exception of my dad after our parents divorced.) He never actually bit anyone that I can recall and he thought that Mom was the most precious person in the house. He also ate everything except carrots.

My favorite ambush pet is Usako, my tortoise shell cat. She is absolutely awful at actually attacking anything. She is not the cat that defends her territory. She is excellent at waiting for the right moment to strike and then dashing off before her victim can retaliate. She’s also great for cuddling at night when it gets cold. She manages to do that without making it hard to breath and is as soft as a bunny. (She also likes salt and vinegar chips and low-sugar sugar cookies.)

My favorite boss pet was Tommy, a grey tabby long-hair. He would often glare at me until I went to bed. He had something like 60+ different looks that all boiled down to “Why are you doing that? Stop being an idiot.” That cat saved my sanity in my teen years when a lot of crap went down for my family. He was always very good at curling up on my back with just the right amount of warmth and weight to ease the tension running through it. (I had a lot of trouble with my back and neck during my teen years and he was one of the best parts of my physical therapy.)

I really can’t pick out of those mentioned and I have too many to write them all down. Each animal that my family has had have been a part of us and integral to our continued health and growth as people and as a family. They protect a part of our hearts and souls in a way that humans aren’t always able to do.