Inspiration

There is a quiet sort of happiness, the sort that simmers and bubbles like a good stew on the stove, just the right soup on a cold wintry night. Have started to give out home programmes this week, wrapping things up and teaching the parents what to do for the next 6 months. And there's pressure to do well too, cos you know these activities if prescribed just right, are gonna help them move on, and they'll improve-slowly but surely. And suddenly reality smacks you in the face and you feel that it's kinda hard to say goodbye, that it's the last session... Surely time flies. Part of me wants to fly back right this instant because I can't stand the tiredness of it all, the stress, the times we grate on each others' nerves (haha!) but part of me wants to do so much more for the kids. I feel that i'm not doing enough at times, but what is enough? When is it enough? It is never enough. But i'm really really trying, tt's all I can say. It's not perfect, it won't be, but that's okay. God pls do give me strength, and wisdom and sustain me for the next 2 weeks. Amen.

There are some things you just gotta put your foot down for, and to stand up for the things you believe in.