My Responsibility part 2

   I had posted previously about a scary situation with Leah. About having to make a hard decision. I also feel that it is also my responsibility to help you understand not only the struggles but also the joy. The struggles are there but our lives are joyous. If you met Leah you have met the definition of joyous.
  Leah is unique. Of course I'm her mother making me slightly bias. However, I have never met somebody so happy. Somebody that got so excited about life. It spills out of her splashing on whoever she is with. I don't wish for a different child. I have the best children. I would not change them at all. Part of what makes them who they are is there conditions. Anything we deal with in life molds us.
   Sharon also is somebody who is excited about life. Sharon a lot of people do not know is very much a people lover. She loves, loves animals. She loves music. She loves to cuddle. She is able to tell you when she LOVES something. With the up most sincerity. Which can be often in a day. She has always been attached to me. I'm her comforter.
   I thought about how I could relate on how beautiful my children are. They are extremely beautiful. If I could bottle it up I would. Lord knows we need it. Obviously because they are here. Pun intended. I think about a high end car. Usually I have someone that comes in that realizes that their car that they purchase is expensive. I politely tell it is a such and such, what did you expect? They tell me that it is not worth it. Yes, it is I say. You have a very complicated vehicle. However, it makes you want to drives versus dreading it.
   Cars aren't your scene? I gotcha. Take for example you have Michelangelo creating the Creation of Adam. He did that on a ceiling. That was not easy. He was probably thinking Ah, no thank you. He wasn't thinking about that. He thought about the beauty that would transpire. It would be a struggle but it was worth it in the end. Centuries later people still enjoy that beauty.
   I know what my struggles are. I know what my children face. They are still beautiful. They are worth every once of worry. Every late night cramming as to what to do to handle the situation. I pray not that they are better. That I am better for them. I am so blessed to have these children. I can see the beauty even in the struggle. Sometimes the struggle is even beautiful. Because we know we are battling to get somewhere. One day we will see the beauty of a well thought out painting that God but together.