I am having a difficult time being motivated to do anything. It seems like I was getting too happy; having too easy a time, so I got a karmic smack down this week. My youngest son is in trouble.. I am going on Tuesday to see what I can do for him. It is so distracting to have your children in trouble. Everything slows down, inertia pulls at me.
But the oldest son got a wonderful gift in his life this week. When I think of that, I remember to feel better. Eron delivered a baby at work. He, Eron not the baby, is a paramedic. He says the woman was in labor when they got to her home. They loaded her onto a gurney, drove away, and he delivered the little baby boy as the ambulance was rolling. I couldn't be more proud of Eron for being the man he is. I believe son number three will find his way. He is an equally amazing young man (they all three are), but I hurt for the challenge he has in his way now.
(Oh, one more thing, if you scroll to the bottom of this page, you will see how many different countries have at least one person who has clicked on this blog. I am amazed at the list.)