I have wanted to write this post for a while now but I keep putting it off as I didn’t want to offend anyone. But actually, I am the one feeling annoyed with it most of the time.
I get so many comments, either in person or messages about how ‘lucky’ I am. Lucky I have a nice house, lucky I have 2 beautiful girls, lucky I am so slim, lucky I ‘sprung’ back into shape after pregnancy, lucky I have a supportive, loving husband, lucky he is such a good ‘hands on’ dad, lucky I work from home, lucky I earn a good living, lucky I get good opportunities… I’m just so damn lucky.
Well, let me tell you, luck has nothing to do with it. It’s down to bloody hard work!
Through hard work I have created a life and family I love.
Through hard work I have created a life and family I love.
I work hard to earn my money, to give my family the best life we can have. To give them the best memories.. holidays, day trips, meals out… I work hard with my husband so we have a good relationship. We communicate well, talk problems through and respect each other. I work hard at being the best mum I can be to raise the best kids… I am always reading up on how to raise happy kids, how to understand my four year olds attitude or my baby’s growth spurt. I work hard at working out so I can feel more comfortable in my own skin.. I push myself when I’m tired and choose healthier options when I can.
I never imagined I’d have my dream wedding, have 2 amazing daughters, have such a supportive husband and be ‘comfortable’ with money.
I have been through many tough times to get to this point though, none of it has come easy or by ‘luck’.. I have been bullied, I have been the ugly duckling, I have been broke with not a pound to my name, I have cried myself to sleep over money, I have feared for my life when home alone and our house got broken into, I have been sacked unexpectedly, I have had an ‘unplanned’ pregnancy, I have had big bust ups with my boyfriend, I have been on job seekers allowance while pregnant, I have lost our son at 15 weeks pregnant, I have planned his service, I have grief for our dead baby and the son we’ll never know, I have struggled with becoming a parent for the second time..
..but I have also been made stronger from all these tough times. Instead of dwelling on them, I have got back up and fought on.. determined to still have the life I have dreamed of. I would say I am finally living that dream right now.. and it’s not down to luck, but down to hard work.
Life is what you make it and I’m pretty damn proud of what I’ve made.
