It is so strange how all the stress of the world can be on you... and you, fighting just to stay a float - to stay in the game. Everything can be changing at the same time. But the moment you give up, you're sent a little something to remind you of all the good out there. The reason why you keep up the good fight! Just that feeling of being something greater than yourself... is all I could ever ask for.
-Story time with Essick-
I've been around for a long time now. And I have my little ones. Yes, MY little ones! I claim them. They are those who have touched my heart... More than they will ever know. But today, I saw a little girl named Morgan. I first met her about 3 years ago at Epcot. She comes a few times a year. Always to see me, but more so to see my big red friend. Morgan loves him!!! Always has. They share secrets. Ones both me and her mom have never heard. She believes. She believes in me. She believes in Mushu. She believes M- is my very best friend. And most importanly, she believes in herself now. She just turned 8 this week, and no longer listens to the kids at school who make fun of her because she is different from the other kids. See Morgan and M- have something in comon. "the bully was wrong, not everyone has 5 fingers..." Its hard enough to endure adolecence. But to go through it like that. I am just amazed to see how 3 years later, she has become a beautiful amazing little girl. One with more personality than many of the college kids in my classes this semester.
As for now, I am happy. Restless still. But happy.
This just makes my decision this week so much harder!!
Do I worry about school...
Work...
or my little ones?
-Story time with Essick-
I've been around for a long time now. And I have my little ones. Yes, MY little ones! I claim them. They are those who have touched my heart... More than they will ever know. But today, I saw a little girl named Morgan. I first met her about 3 years ago at Epcot. She comes a few times a year. Always to see me, but more so to see my big red friend. Morgan loves him!!! Always has. They share secrets. Ones both me and her mom have never heard. She believes. She believes in me. She believes in Mushu. She believes M- is my very best friend. And most importanly, she believes in herself now. She just turned 8 this week, and no longer listens to the kids at school who make fun of her because she is different from the other kids. See Morgan and M- have something in comon. "the bully was wrong, not everyone has 5 fingers..." Its hard enough to endure adolecence. But to go through it like that. I am just amazed to see how 3 years later, she has become a beautiful amazing little girl. One with more personality than many of the college kids in my classes this semester.
As for now, I am happy. Restless still. But happy.
This just makes my decision this week so much harder!!
Do I worry about school...
Work...
or my little ones?
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