Discovering you can't have children. . . . the hot potato

It crossed my mind this morning that I couldn't have children due to the physical damage I suffered in my life.  I noted that I didn't feel all that sad about it.  In fact I never felt sad about it.  It was just a a matter of fact.  Not sure I ever wanted children.  Don't get me wrong.  I adore them just as long as I can send them home after I get bored.  hahahahahaha

Then I remember all those TV movies back in the 70's and 80's about women learning the same thing.  I remember how distraught they all were.

I remember the talk shows on TV about all these distraught women.  Distraught about their weight.  Distraught about their man.  Distraught, distraught and more distraught.  It then occurred to me. . . . .   I don't think I have met too many people who aren't distraught about something in their life.  Whether it is an old childhood slight, or a grave injustice which transpired.  Most of us run around distraught about something.

Then I started thinking about the very few people who didn't come across as distraught.  They seemed happy.  So I asked the God of my understanding why these people were happy and so many of us were distraught.

THE WAY I HEARD IT. . . . .

Renay, I give all my children a few hot potatos in their life.  Its up to them if they are going to toss it on.  So many of my kids fumble around with it trying to figure out how to hold it without burning their fingers.  They never seem to realize that they can just drop it.  But idle hands. . . . .so it means my kids need to pick up something else.  Some of them pick up a bottle, a joint, cigarettes, money, sex, food, gambling, all kinds of things in an attempt to hold in one hand the potato while using the other hand to distract them from the fact that the hand holding the potato is burning.  It's quite sad to watch at first, but it soon is sad to see my kids struggling.  But I have to let them find out for themselves that they can drop both the potato and the distraction and bring their hands together in prayer.  There I will be found.  It is there that I am able to confirm that the potato was just a potato and it could be dropped at anytime you chose to let it go.   I like to think of the potato as a tool of the zen master who hands it to his student.  Young grasshopper drops it quickly.  Its a good lesson!

Those trials and tribulations you experience in your life you need to see it for what it is and MOVE ON.  Don't hang on to it.  You need not hang on to those old hurts and wounds for any longer than you would hold on to a hot potato.  You are loved and this is all meant to be fun!