#Motherhood

Life, is a vicious cycle, we are born, we grow, and we die. That is not to say I've never had joy in my life. I've learned to take happiness in the little things. I've tried to make sense of my own suffering, yes. Suffering. It breeds endurance and endurance breeds understanding. Or that's what I try to tell myself. I have moments where I feel brave and then moments where I am a stupid, helpless, child again. I struggle to understand myself sometimes. I know others do too.

"Frea, why don't you go outside and play? You've already done your chores and I have some jewelry to make for a customer."  The boy turns away from his toy box and looks at his Mother. "Are you telling the truth? Or are you trying to make Pa's ring? So that you don't have to find the bad person that took it?"