What I know now,
that I didn't know before:
Life is messy, and love is a choice.
testimonial Tuesday #3
I grew up in a fairytale princess Universe, propagated by the creative minds at Disney World, who encouraged little girls to wait for their Prince Charming. I grew up believing that life was perfect; that my parents didn’t argue, that we always had more money than we probably actually did, and that so long as I kept dreaming them, my dreams were destined to come true.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned otherwise. I've learned that life is messy. That despite our best efforts to plan or get all of our ducks in a row, things can still fall apart at the drop of a hat. I’ve learned that Prince Charmings come in all shapes and sizes, can be men OR women or anything in between, and that when they show up, odds are good that they need rescuing just as much as you do.
Truth be told, my parents were not perfect. Probably because it is impossible to know the precise needs of another human being at every moment of every day, and also -probably- because perfection does not exist. My parents were not perfect, but they were kind and they were loving and they did the best that they could in every moment of every day…even when it was messy. Even when I was being an absolutely unrelenting pain in the ass…they still loved me.
My mother has always told me that ‘there is nothing I could ever do that would make her stop loving me’, and while this may be true to a certain extent, I’m pretty sure that there has been more than one occasion in which push came to shove, and she resisted the urge to push/shove/pummel me right out of a moving car. In the moments that I have pushed my parents to the breaking point, they have chosen love. Every single time. Even when I couldn’t recognize it because it didn’t look the way that I expected to, I know it now. (Even if I didn’t know it before.)
Life is messy