Growing up is Hard

Growing up is hard. Life isn't fair. And she's only 10. Granted her world falls apart when she got her first B on her report card, or she perceives someone's intentions are bad. And sometimes there's lots of tears and frustration bc no one understands...but then, she steps on the softball field and though no one else may see it, I watch her grow up right before me. She takes on the challenge of playing a game, the weight of getting the outs, getting the hit and trying to lead with her head held high and determination set in her eyes. Yes, she may have shed a tear or two as she walked off the field but only bc she wished she could have done better. Growing up is hard. Life isn't fair. And we don't always win the game. 

Tonight after we got home, Carli asked me what she should do tomorrow about a certain situation and I asked her, what would show the other girl a kind compassionate heart of Jesus? And when she answered, let her do what I really want to do. She asked why is doing what is right so hard as she cried again...Growing up is hard. I just pray she does what she knows in her heart she should do tomorrow...