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My Mothers three favorite words, since I was a little girl have been: "life isn't fair." I've heard it more times than I could count.
"Mom, Sam got more ice cream then me. It's not fair."
"Life isn't fair, Rasha"
"Mom- how come boys always break your heart? It isn't fair"
"Life isn't fair, Rasha"
"Mom- why us? why did daddy have to die? It's just not fair"
"Life isn't fair, Rasha"
At work, the cutest blonde hair, hazel eyed little boy, that if I kidnapped no one would know he wasn't mine because he looked exactly like me... Oh back to the story, and no I don't kidnap kids, but sometimes I want too.... I heard him ask;
"Mom can I have this toy?"
"No. Put it back"
"but mom... please"
"I said no"
"that's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair, Tommy"
{Are mothers trained to say this? Note to self: become a mommy and find out.}
Life isn't fair. We weren't promised all sunshine and rainbows. We weren't promised we wouldn't be hurt or that we wouldn't feel sadness. BUT we were promised a life to make our own. We were promised a blank canvas to paint, too choose to be happy when we are given bad. We can dwell on tragedies and we can keep telling ourselves; "Life isn't fair" or we can remember:
"Life is not fair. Fair is where you go to ride rides and see the pigs"

Happy Friday Everyone! Make it count. Be happy. Know I love youuu xoxo.
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