What do I hate? Feeling helpless.
I hate when a friend is in need and there is nothing I can do to help except listen. I'm a mom...our natural tendency is to try to make it better. Sometimes, though, life does not offer that option.
I hate when one of my children is having a bad day. I hate the fact that they are now grown, and I have to let them fix it by themselves. A hug and a kiss is no longer a fix for life's dilemmas.
I hate watching a pet age. Though we know deep down in our hearts when we get a pet that they won't be with us forever; there is an overwhelming urge to find some miracle way to extend their lifespan to match our own.
I hate not being able to be everything I need to be for everyone. Knowing that there are some things I just cannot fix or make better.
Hasn't this always been a woman's lot? At least in my generation, we were raised to be caregivers. The frustration of not being able to do it all is something many of us live with on a daily basis. Personally, letting go has never been a particular talent of mine. I always try harder, sometimes to the point of exhaustion. The fact remains...I cannot do everything for everyone. I cannot fix everything. I cannot make everything better.
I will keep trying.