So yesterday was tough. Lizzy was sick, Henry was actually really good, but I was stretched to the limit and the little things bothered me. How I hate when I feel that way. This morning I was checking my email and had a friend request from a young woman who I taught when she was a 12 years old. (She's engaged now and about to graduate from college-- now I feel old.) But on her facebook page she had this message. It's from one of my most favorite talks ever. The one I go to when mothering gets hard, because it does sometimes. It made me cry, but helped me remember where my strength comes from. So thanks Jessie, for putting this on facebook. I needed it. And in case any of you are having a rough mothering day too, here you go.