We mothers deal with so much trauma. It is in our homes, in our world, and in our minds. Right now I am suffering massively with physical ailments. Last Sunday, I woke up and tried so hard to go to church. I actually drove partway and realized I couldn't make it. I went back home and back to bed. I stayed there, off and on for 3 days. . . I have not recovered. . . It is a weary sort of sickness. It is not something that is contagious or that can be diagnosed. But it is disabling.
I am trying to smile and make light of it. One minute I am up and writing, or trying to clean something, the next I am sound asleep. It is a puzzle to the children. My step has slowed. My work is neglected.
But I am smiling, with that sort of saint-like nature that means I am helpless and grateful.
Our children deal with so much in the world. They have problems to contend with in their own lives. They need the comfort of mother's smiles.
We need to do our very best to hide our pain. We need to make home a place of rainbows and cheer, even if we cannot walk very fast, or clean as well as we would like. We must not complain or let despair overcome us.
The children know we suffer. They live with us. They see enough of it. Our job is to encourage their innocence, and enjoy their daily antics.
If we can endure to the end, with that gentle, smiling mask, what a sweet memory that will be, of their dear mother.
Blessings
Mrs. White
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