Normally I’m a care taker with Miss. Roles are reversed. Recently, I’m a care giver. You see, Miss takes great care of me so I’m filled up to take care of you, my family, friends, and clients. Our partnership has worked well for over forty, freakin’ years. It’s not been an equal partnership by any means. It’s not been without struggle, heartache, and conflict. It has been life giving and a beautiful mess all at once. Taught me more than any education. Brought me to my knees and taken me to more mountaintops than I can count.
Her womb brought us Jordan, Andrew, Krit, and Tay. It’s barren now. I cannot imagine how it feels to lose so much of yourself in service to others and then have it all taken from you to give yourself life.
Men are simple. Women complex. Relationships complicated. All are poison and wine. For all those like me out there who are blessed with a care giver or two or three (Mom & Krit), do not take them for granted. Simple, not easy. Do not wait for injury, adversity, or animosity to flip the script. Practice gratitude, forgiveness and give more than you take. Give more.
Live hard. Love ❤️ harder. Much harder…
BUILT TO LEAD 