Well there is so much, where to begin… J yeh right – if only! Actually, I am not one of those people who is full of self-loathing, I decided to outgrow that. You see my awesome hubby taught me how to really love myself and be kinder to myself. I figured if an amazing guy like him could love me, and love me so much, and love me despite the hard time I give him, well then there must be something to love. I guess it would be cheating to say that the thing I love about myself is the hubby I chose J
Seriously though, I love my toughness. Yes it can make me a little prickly and often leads to the abrasive side, but I am tough. Well I used to be even tougher, which also made me a harder person to live with and like. But somehow over the years my toughness has softened to a squidgy marshmallow interior. But on the surface I am still a tough cookie.
This toughness makes me resilient, something I certainly need a lot of through this hideous infertility journey. The toughness keeps me going on rougher days. It ensures that I don’t tolerate poor service or bad communication and I guess is how I protect myself. It is part of what makes me fiercely protective of the people in my inner circle. My toughness makes me feel strong and in control and like I own my life. It gives me the strength to stand up for myself and what I believe in.
I think this toughness might make me a strict parent and will possibly hard on the kids, but I hope they learn this toughness from me. That they learn to look after themselves and fight for what is important to them.