But now here I sit at the end of the week, and I look back and I guess it wasn't really all that bad (or I'm just telling myself to keep my sanity). I can honestly say that it put my patience, strength, understanding, and acceptance to the test. My strength as a mother was put to the test, and what I was willing to endure for Sara's best interests. I was forced to use my patience to their very limits with a certain individual, and I learned a new way of understanding people.
Through it all I have learned a new level of acceptance. I've never been good at this part since I have always managed to find a way to work the situation to my advantage, and manipulate it into something I can live with. That wasn't a choice for either of my problems this week, so I had to face the hard fact that I just have to accept it.
And as I sit her now I just keep remembering that old saying that I have no idea where it comes from, but it is one of the most important things to remember.
Grant me the strength to change the things I cannot accept,
To accept the things I cannot change,
And the wisdom to know the difference!
I think that this week was to remind me of how to tell the difference. I started out trying to figure out how to change things, but eventually had to accept that I couldn't. I learned some hard lessons, and I hope that I can continue to remain strong as these problems continue to develop. Maybe at some point it will be something I can then work on to change, but for now I am forced to have acceptance.