A lesson I learned

Here it is almost midnight and I am waiting up for my 17 year old. Worrying. And wanting to munch. But I lost my first two pounds and I don't want to gain them back.

In fact, the past couple of weeks (and years) with my kids has been tough. Raising teens and twenties has been the hardest part of my life so far. Putting one foot in front of the other day after day and moment after moment is an effort.

But I've learned that everyday there is something good in my life... things I want to accomplish both for myself and for people outside my family. I have a bigger perspective and a greater hope.

And I don't need to crawl back to the fridge to make the moment easier because it won't help and I'll only add the despair of having lost what I have gained... or is that gained what I have lost?