It Was a Revelation to Me

I have spent the last 8 years of my life totally devoted to my husband and children. Which is a good thing. The problem comes when I try to live their life for them. Especially Honey. Come on, Kat! He’s a grown man. He can make his own choices. I so want him to be happy and fulfilled that I stress when I think he is “not doing what he should”. This came to a head last night. I couldn’t sleep. I just lay in bed thinking, “He should do this.” and “He should do that.” and “Why doesn’t he do this?” It was crazy. I was fretting and fussing. Then it hit me. It seems so obvious now, but I’ve spent countless hours of my life worrying and even sometimes nagging. I need to let him live his own life. I need to live my life. Yes, our lives our intertwined and one decision can affect another’s life. Yes, I want him to succeed; I want him to be satisfied with his life. But ultimately, he has his own choices to make and his own consequences to face – as do I. So I finally calmed myself down. Live your own life, Kat; don’t try to live his. Live your own life, Kat. What a relief. I finally went to sleep. Then the baby started crying.