Do you learn from your children?  I do.  My biological son, my “second” children, my shared children.  They teach me so much.

Today I remember a lesson that my son brought home from elementary school.  “Do the hardest thing first,” he would say.  “Get it over with.  Then do what you want.”

I procrastinate on those challenging tasks.  I look for work-arounds; I let them slide.  I’ve gotten myself into some mighty jams with that ostrich way of life.  I’ve been bailed out many times.

I hear the dog barking in the back yard.  She wants inside; she wants attention.  On the second floor, in my hide-away, I sit and listen.  I’m making a Come to Jesus list for myself of all those hardest things.  They seem too formidable to tackle.

But I’m not complaining.  I’ll hitch up my big-girl britches, take the help as it’s offered but strain to wean myself from it.  I might even learn how to walk the dog without falling down.

It’s the sixth day of the twenty-sixth month of My Year Without Complaining.  All systems go.  Fasten your harness.  Life continues.

Couldn’t resist.