Holy, son of a mother!

This season has me in the twilight zone. The demands upon me. The responsibility that lays me flat out. I never considered it was an option to show up or not. I birthed these 3 children. Only as I have been living the last several years in constant state of flipendulous. The men whom chose not to be here. These men have done nothing for their daughters except set them up to live their lives Filipendulous. How can one be anchored in who they are if they do not know half of themselves? The questions thrown out at rapid pace and sometimes just with their eyes. The questions they somtimes strengthen this thread. Other times the questions only ware on various spots of the thread. Just when I think I will lose my grip on the thread, I am bolstered by compliments from a stranger, hugs from the kids, an offer to be an answer to a question mark or a reslove to do better than a constant state defind by Flipendulous.