Pride and Joy
We all work hard for food, clothing and shelter. We take what extra we make to buy cars, fancy jewelry and furnish our homes with extravagant pieces of art and designer décor. We showcase and brag our vanity by throwing fancy parties.
We cover the bruises from the ass kicking we received from our husbands. We hide the disobedient kids in the back room. We lock the liquor up from the drunken wife. We send the pill popping family junkie to rehab. We hope no one finds out that we are less than perfect
Our priorities are screwed up.
We buy love for our children with the newest and latest piece of electronic. We serve fast food instead of taking the time to cut, slice and prepare a meal enriched with goodness and love. We wash, splash on fragrance and dress in hundreds of dollars worth of threads. But we can’t visit our children’s school for open night to help secure their future.
We can tell you what happened on Games of Thrones but do you know when your kids are taking their finally exam for the school year? We live for the weekend and quickly turn off the alarm clock to sleep the extra hour or two. Don’t worry about the kids, they’ll grab a bowl and fill it with sugar and milk and watch brain numbing cartoons.
I was in this darkness once. Until one day reality and morality came to visit me in the form of lupus. I learned that time waits for no one and any day all those priorities and possessions will be empty memories. The memories that mean the most to me are not enough. I wish I had created more smiles and laughter. I wish I hugged and kissed and gave more time to those I loved.
Today my most prized possession is my family first and above all. They are the gifts I may not be worthy of. So I cherish, care and love them unconditionally and completely. I thank the heavens for allowing me to be in and apart of their lives. Their struggles are my struggles. Their hopes and dreams are my hope and dreams. Their lost are my lost, their triumphs are my triumphs. Their pain, their sadness and failures are mine and I shed tears of happiness and pain for them.
My pride and joy are the bright eyes that look back at me. The smiles and laughter, the hugs, the words of adornment and the quiet comfort we share when words aren’t needed. This is my pride and joy. My possessions I do not possess. I am thankful and say prayers of gratitude for them daily.