“My Life is Not My Own!”
A dear friend, in a moment of frustration facing some very real challenges, said this to me the other day. And I was ready to chime right in, “Neither is mine!!” This phrase has come to me again and again over the past several days, for example, when I’m trying to have a moment of privacy to use the bathroom and Mister is knocking for some urgent plea that can’t wait (in a five year old’s life, everything is urgent…to quote Dustin Hoffman’s Captain Hook: “WANT WANT WANT MINE MINE MINE NOW NOW NOW!!!”)
(Speaking of Captain Hook, have you seen the new beeeyooooteeeeful Captain Hook from Once Upon a
What’d I tell ya? eh, eh?
OK, wait…what was I saying???
Oh, yes!!! In the words of Captain Hook, “WANT WANT WANT MINE MINE MINE NOW NOW NOW!!!” This is the world of a five year old, and those of you who have ever lived with one of these creatures knows that your life is certainly not “your own” as long as this creature is near you.
Add in another child clamboring for attention and warm fuzzies, and a teenager who is beginning the necessary task of exercising her still fragile wings, and there isn’t a moment in which to think about your own life, let alone have one. Something always needs doing, someone else’s needs are always above your own, and it is easy to fall into the pitiful refrain, “My life is not my own!!!!!”
And yet….I have begun to think, is anyone’s? My life IS my own because this is how I have chosen to spend it. Maybe I didn’t realize I was signing up for a lifetime of servitude when I chose to raise a family, but I DID know it would mean my immediate wants and needs would take a back seat.
Think of the soldiers…their life is not their own.
Think of good parents…their life is not truly their own.
Think of the elderly in the nursing home…their life is not their own.
Think of the ill…their life is certainly not their own.
Think of those caring for aging parents, handicapped children, disabled spouses…not their own, not their own, not their own.
How dare I allow myself even one moment of “poor me?”
My life is not my own…and I am blessed that it isn’t. For if it was truly “my own” it would be empty, lonely, meaningless.
Today, I thank God for the children who need me, the husband who keeps me, the house that needs constant care, and the ability to know the difference between sacrifice and fulfillment.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” -Albert Einstein (Click)