When my kids grow up, I want their hearts to be free, their souls to be nourished, and their burdens to be few.
Part II: About A Girl
Her parents didn’t have money to send her to college, they didn’t even have the means to make sure she finished high school. She was determined to go to college because there she would have freedom. All she ever wanted was a happy heart and a soul mate.
She thought she’d be a Sports Broadcaster, do something many women weren’t doing at the time. She loved football and imaged herself on the sidelines calling the game and talking to athletes. She was a dreamer.
Unfortunately, without any money, she had to work full time just to pay for part time credits in college. She was really good at her sales job, so much so that she made more money than her mom did that year. Her dad, who wasn’t in the picture much, was also in sales and applauded her choice to choose work over school. She had approval, money, and a boyfriend, but she was unfulfilled.
She worked at that company for 5 years before transferring to another city to follow her boyfriend. He had his degree, there was never any question that he was going to be in business. She found sales to drain her and went in search of something more.
She ended up getting married and having babies. Her heart was full as a stay-at-home mom. At night, she attended college classes and eventually earned her degree in education. She loved learning, it fed her soul.
Unfortunately, once she found herself, she lost her husband.
She could have sacrificed herself, forgiven him and moved on, like she had before, but this time even though her heart was breaking her soul was full. She chose to muster her strength and seek her happiness again. She found it, within another, but most importantly, within herself.
She never lost faith in herself. She was given the power of making her own decisions. She was given the trust to fall, knowing she would have to pick herself up again. She was given the confidence of unconditional love.
She has a free soul; Society resents her. She refuses to fit in a mold; Baby boomers judge her. Her heart can be a bit of a kamikaze; Realists laugh at her. She doesn’t care. Her mind is as open as her heart and she refuses to let anyone tell her how or what to think.
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