{"id":908,"date":"2014-09-28T16:57:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-28T16:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2014\/09\/28\/unexpected-perspective\/"},"modified":"2025-01-09T16:10:24","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T16:10:24","slug":"unexpected-perspective","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2014\/09\/28\/unexpected-perspective\/","title":{"rendered":"Unexpected Perspective"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgo1IHbSB0YxVqLVvvV2xqtciizRQARc00LOG9vxGepb1JpYPJS1HLGZIPYgMfBMfG8eO3D7ISymAiHdIPH4TWWP6WwvvNWb0TmraGSJJuSY-T8Grq4sPqOP4nVcokSe41I0l2emoRjxvQh\/s1600\/d1733d7f72a9eba0a59c7217422d89e2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgo1IHbSB0YxVqLVvvV2xqtciizRQARc00LOG9vxGepb1JpYPJS1HLGZIPYgMfBMfG8eO3D7ISymAiHdIPH4TWWP6WwvvNWb0TmraGSJJuSY-T8Grq4sPqOP4nVcokSe41I0l2emoRjxvQh\/s1600\/d1733d7f72a9eba0a59c7217422d89e2.jpg\" width=\"155\" height=\"200\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Sometimes life opens your eyes in ways and in situations<br \/>\nthat you never would have expected. That&#8217;s what happened to me this past week.<br \/>\nI looked into the week expecting one thing and came out in a totally different<br \/>\nplace; a place that never, in my oddest dreams, would I have thought.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Tuesday was my birthday. For the past few months, I planned<br \/>\nto spend the entire week with my best friend. Late Friday night, he messaged me<br \/>\nand said it wasn&#8217;t going to happen. To say I was crushed is the understatement<br \/>\nof the century. I was devastated. I sank into a depression like I haven&#8217;t had<br \/>\nsince I began my medication. To put it bluntly, I was lost.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Then, on Monday night, I decided to help someone else. My<br \/>\nbirthday was a lost cause, in my head, so why not give that time to someone<br \/>\nelse who could use it. On Tuesday morning, I dragged myself out of bed and<br \/>\nheaded to Pittsburgh. I&#8217;d never been there before, but this wasn&#8217;t a tourist<br \/>\ntrip, it was an attempt at helping someone else save their own life.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I won&#8217;t go into details because the details of their life<br \/>\naren&#8217;t important. Let&#8217;s just say that they were in a bad place and I felt that<br \/>\nI was in a place where I could help improve things for them. They needed to<br \/>\nprepare to move and I&#8217;m good at packing and they have 4 kids and I&#8217;m good with<br \/>\nthose too. It almost felt like this was what I was supposed to be doing.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I don&#8217;t know if that feeling was right or wrong, but things<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t go how I thought they would go. I thought we would take the boxes that I<br \/>\nhad brought with me and pack them. When I walked into the house there, I sighed<br \/>\nin relief because it would be easy to pack up within a week (their deadline).<br \/>\nWhen I walked out, I walked out with 4 boxes packed because the two oldest<br \/>\nchildren and I packed up some of their toys.<br \/>\nWhen I walked in, I expected to help take care of the four children,<br \/>\nages 9, 6 and 16 month old boy-girl twins.<br \/>\nI also expected it to be difficult because their mother acts like it&#8217;s hard to manage that many kids, at those ages. When I walked out, I had fallen in love with four beautiful<br \/>\nchildren who were a joy to be mom to for those four days. I realized that those<br \/>\nchildren had become an excuse, in a difficult time, but to me, they will always be a bright, shining<br \/>\nlight in this world.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>What I realized on the long drive home was that life isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nalways what we think it is. I went into that situation thinking I was really<br \/>\ngoing to be helping someone.\u00a0 I walked<br \/>\nout realizing that I had been taken advantage of and yet, I had no regrets<br \/>\nbecause who I did help were four children. They will probably grow up and<br \/>\nforget me, but I know, in those days, I made a difference to them, even if it<br \/>\nwere just in that period of time. I showed them that they can be loved, that<br \/>\nnobody has to be left out and that even with all of them, there&#8217;s nothing that<br \/>\ncan&#8217;t be done.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I also realized that I can do more than I&#8217;ve let myself<br \/>\nbelieve that I can do. Yes, I have limitations. I also have the ability to find<br \/>\nsolutions. Yes, there will be bad days, but that just makes the good days all<br \/>\nthat much more special and important. If I can take care of four children<br \/>\nwithout batting an eyelid, I can take care of my own home and life. If I can be<br \/>\na better mom* to those four little ones, give them the love and attention that<br \/>\nthey deserve, maybe I&#8217;m not doing such a bad job with my own two. My life isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nperfect, but whose life is? Life can be tough, but if nothing else, four days<br \/>\naway with four angels has taught me that I&#8217;m pretty darn tough myself. I can do<br \/>\nthis.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>So, while maybe I didn&#8217;t get what I expected, I did get some<br \/>\nunexpected perspective&#8230;<\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>*Better mom = better than I give myself credit for. It&#8217;s easy for me to see the negatives in my own life and allow myself to sometimes think I&#8217;m not enough for my boys. By no means do I mean better than the four kiddos mom. She&#8217;s actually a bit of a rockstar for going through what she is and keeping her kids from running amuck.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes life opens your eyes in ways and in situations that you never would have expected. That&#8217;s what happened to me this past week. 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