In the beginning of the week, we (my kids and I) went camping with three other families. It was our first camping trip ever. I think about how apprehensive I get when people just can't believe it was the first time. Then I work through it, let it go and this is what I explain to myself: "The camping enforcement police was cutting us some slack due to the heart transplant in our family." I realize that I am an anxious person and having had to deal with this life-threatening situation when my second child was a wee one upped the need for controlling my surroundings that much more. Now I'm trying to learn to let go of the notion of control. That's a hard one to learn. I'm proud we went camping for the first time!
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