It's hard but...

When I was in college, I took this class. I can't remember what the title was but it was basically about family processes. Looking back I can remember some great things from this class, my roommate Emily was also enrolled and we'd always get sour gummy worms and challenge each other to have even one left by the end. This never happened because for the most part I hated the class and had only the small distraction of a pack of sugar. The teacher really got under my fashion sense of a skin with what must have been XXL patterned sweaters. He was a small guy and yet his personality was big. I felt like he was alway slurping in saliva when he spoke. Because the class was about family he talked about his a great deal. He LOVED his wife and was maybe too open about some of their rituals like always making out in elevators. It was hard to hear, especially over and over again. But, this is not actually why I wanted to talk about this experience. For as memorable and crazy as it seemed then, time has passed and I haven't thought about this in a long time. I do, however, remember his motto. I actually have repeated it to myself several times over the years: "it's hard, but you can do hard things".
As many of you know I had surgery this week. I don't recommend it. Each day I am facing a new and unexpectedly difficult task like breathing without dying. I really thought childbirth was the worst a woman could face, this is not true to me now. Here I am at 1:30am blogging because sleep is so elusive to me. So, I keep saying to myself, "I can do hard things", and I try to keep in mind the fact that like that crazy BYU professor the memories of this too will fade. Tomorrow will be better (well, probably not tomorrow, but maybe next week will be better).
Oh, and just as a note to myself for later: take advantage of your husbands willingness to do it all for you. It's not everyday he'll wait on you hand and foot. Maybe send him out for gummy worms. That used to help a lot.