Every so often I wonder how I ever traveled down superwoman street a second time . I believe it came from telling myself the moment my son was born that there was no way this could happen to me again. I had flattened out the bumps in the road. Squashed them. Saying this over and over, I truly believed it. I would hear stories of other moms who had such easy labors and how they pushed only a couple times. Only a couple times! Instead of letting jealousy fill me I used affirmations and focusing on seeing and believing that for myself. Today was my daughter’s due date, she was born just 2 days early. The morning of the day she was born it was storming so badly outside the wind was blowing the rain sideways and at one moment I saw 10 branches fall from a tree simultaneously. The craziness of that day was in the storm and it told me everything else would be ok. I checked into the hospital just over 6 hours before she was born. Unlike 3 hours of pushing, I pushed only 3 times. Only a few hours later my husband and I were on the phone with some close friends of ours who were shocked with how great we were doing. I was traumatized from my sons birth. Not again. 2 years ago today I left the hospital with my daughter not even feeling like I had just had a baby. I am certain I passed on some of my courageousness to her as she has been fearless since day 1. When you travel down a hard street in life you are left with two options, to let it fuel you with the courage to do it again trusting it could never be that hard again or you can let it stop you from experiencing so much good. Courage from doing the hard stuff over again leads to the greatness of fulfillment in realizing rough roads smooth out. Have you let a hard street stop you from something you want, something you must have? Tear down the signs telling you that there are bumps ahead and fill your tank with belief. Try again. Soar down the street wide open, windows down and feel the greatness of conquering it blow on your face.
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